| This flower is scorched, this film is on
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| On a maddening loop, these clothes
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| These clothes don’t fit us right and I’m to blame
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| It’s all the same, it’s all the same
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| You come to me with a bone in your hand
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| You come to me with your hair curled tight
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| You come to me with positions
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| You come to me with excuses
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| Ducked out in a row
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| You wear me out, you wear me out
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| We’ve been through fake-a-breakdown, self-hurt
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| Plastics, collections
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| Self-help, self-pain
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| EST, psychics, fuck all
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| I was central, I had control
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| I lost my head
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| I need this, I need this
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| A paperweight, junk garage
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| A winter rain, a honey pot
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| Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged
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| A hotline, a wanted ad
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| It’s crazy what you could’ve had
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| It’s crazy what you could’ve had
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| It’s crazy what you could’ve had
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| I need this, I need this
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| It’s crazy what you could’ve had
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| Crazy what you could’ve had
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| I need it, I need this
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| It’s crazy what you could’ve had
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| It’s crazy what you could’ve had
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| I need this, I need this, I
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| Need this
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| It’s crazy what you could’ve had
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| I need this, I need this
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| It’s crazy what you could’ve had
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| Crazy what you could’ve had
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| I need this, I need this
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| (It's crazy what you could’ve had)
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| (Crazy what you could’ve had) |