| I’m a cliche but
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| When we get back to my place
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| We both know what it is we both want
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| And I’ve been thrusting my way
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| Through this city for one whole unholy year
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| What’s one more?!
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| When we’re done
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| I will go back to being rational
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| I’ll be lying next to her and feeling miserable
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| And only when she’s gone will I be comfortable
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| Is alone the only way I can be comfortable?!
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| For a moment, I am happy to believe in
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| This poor imitation of the thing I needed
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| I’ve been waiting on something to change me
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| I’ve been waiting on something to change me
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| And here’s the part where I start to freak out:
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| I wonder if they hear us having sex in the next room
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| But either way, we’re fine
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| We still take our time
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| And I halfway hope she goes home…
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| When we’re done
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| I will go back to being rational
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| I’ll be lying next to her and feeling miserable
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| And then only when she’s gone will I be comfortable
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| Is alone the only way I can be comfortable?!
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| For a moment, I am happy to believe in
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| This poor imitation of the thing I needed
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| I’ve been waiting on something to change me
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| I’ve been waiting on something to change
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| I’ve been waiting on something to change me (x5) |