| My brain begins to bleed
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| You’ve got what i need
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| You will be my friend
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| You’re walking on the floor
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| In your marshmallow shoes
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| I never hear a sound
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| There’s nothing i can lose
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| You’re turning on the light
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| I hear your breathing, low
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| You’re looking for your stick
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| You got some place to go
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| I love everything about you:
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| I love your crooked smile
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| The way i try to please you
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| And have done for a while
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| It could go either way
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| You could blow up or be cool
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| I love everything about you
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| I’m just back at school
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| Give the time away
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| Guilt your life away
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| Got no way to make it always happen
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| From a verbal bath
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| When you’re feeling sad
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| Just remember: all the eyes will be growing on you
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| I love everything about you:
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| I love your summer look
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| I love your freeform heels
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| You’re sharpening the blade
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| You’re gonna show me how it feels
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| You say «lessons must be learned
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| Our needles are on guard»
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| «i don’t know what i’ve done»
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| «oh don’t you? |
| well, think hard.»
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| There’s a crowd of individual, separate souls
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| With their death wishes, and their personal goals
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| When you’re walking through the floor
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| You say «here's one, here’s two, here’s three, here’s four. |
| one, two, three,
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| here’s four.»
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| I’m looking at what you’ve folded round me
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| I hear the kindness in your voice
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| The empathy of the torturer who has no choice
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| On rails on cruelty we learn
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| To blow the candles out
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| To keep us all alive
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| To keep us all in doubt |