| Said you want a man of small ambitions
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| Who won’t need to travel to fulfill him
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| You asked, 'could you be that man?'
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| But I was on a flight to Europe
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| Cold day spent in Witch City
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| Felt their breath against my ribcage
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| All the tourists of Salem
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| And not enough body heat to warm me
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| You said you need more attention
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| A man who’s more attentive
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| You asked, 'could you be that man?'
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| Inbox full; |
| I missed the message
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| Loss. |
| Some joy for you. |
| But mostly loss
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| Loss. |
| Some joy for you. |
| But mostly loss
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| Hot sunrise on the border
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| Felt that glare burn my shadow
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| All the bros in California
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| Couldn’t pull me from your shoulder
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| Said you want a man with nothing going
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| Who would never cause you worry
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| You asked, 'could you be that man?'
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| But I felt I was being murdered
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| Normal night in the home
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| Felt pressure against my femur
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| All the windows of your apartment
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| Couldn’t pull from the mirror
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| True, you did me dirt at the end
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| But that was hardly the going trend
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| Wish you continued success
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| Honestly, woman, ten out of ten |