| I love you but my head is on front-to-back
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| I want you but my heart is on the other side of the tracks
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| I miss you but I’m not gonna call
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| 'Cause my head’s on backwards
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| And I’m climbing up the walls
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| Desire, is that what’s coming over me?
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| This rising tide when all I wanna do
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| Is set the water free
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| Who made these rules? |
| Who cut these keys?
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| Well, they don’t fit me
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| 'Cause my head’s on backwards
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| And I’m trying to get free
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| So I choose to lose control
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| Yeah, here comes the feeling
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| So I choose to lose control
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| Scrape myself off the ceiling
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| Sometimes I fuck shit up
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| Just to check that I’m breathing
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| 'Til it’s all in pieces
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| 'Til it’s all in pieces, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Were we perfect? |
| Maybe too much together
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| Was it worth it? |
| For this change in the weather
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| What if I drive this car fast?
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| Her hands over my eyes
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| I find I’m smiling, though I can’t see
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| So I choose to lose control
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| Yeah, here comes the feeling
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| Yeah, I choose to lose control
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| Scrape myself off the ceiling
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| I break it into pieces
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| If it’s the real thing
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| 'Til it’s all in pieces
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| 'Til it’s all in pieces, yeah
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| So I choose to lose control
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| Yeah, here comes the feeling
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| And I choose to lose control
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| Scrape myself off the ceiling
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| Sometimes I fuck shit up
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| Just to know that I’m breathing
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| 'Til it’s all in pieces
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| 'Til it’s all in pieces, ahh, ahh, ahh |