| You keep me up past 4AM
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| And I’m happy sitting on the floor of your bedroom
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| And you seem to like me, and you talk so quietly, and you speak with subtlety,
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| like your voice might hurt me
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| And these parties, I’m not used to them anymore
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| And you told me all about your sister and your guitars
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| And you seem to like me, then I’m not listening, and the sky is drizzling,
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| and I love the rainbow
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| Just like that, I feel prettier
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| And just like that, I feel something that I’m way too scared of to ever tell
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| you about
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| But I know we don’t talk anymore
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| I hear it always yelling in my head: «Stop waiting to feel the way you always
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| have»
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| And you’re sitting next to me, and I hear you whispering, and it sounds so loud
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| to me, and I’m still not listening
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| I’m still me, everything is still the same
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| I’m trying to find another one to
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| I know I’ll get bored again
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| And you’ll get over it
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| But I’m just not over it
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| I’m so fucking over it
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| Just like that, I feel prettier
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| And just like that, I feel something that I’m way too scared of to ever tell
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| you about
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| But I know we don’t talk anymore
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| Just like that, I feel prettier
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| And just like that
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| Just like that, I feel prettier
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| Just like that |