| Jesus Christ, where are we
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| When we’re writing off each other proudly?
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| You could say something wrong
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| You would only fuck me up until the dawn
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| You call me upstairs, try to prepare
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| 'Cause I know the only note this night can end on’s a bad one
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| And I know you’re so aware
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| You’re dressed all in black, exposing your back
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| Staring out from underneath the bangs
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| That cover your eyes that only criticize
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| But in the most beautiful way, hey
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| So I wrote you a song
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| About how we don’t seem to get along
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| And I wait for the day
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| When you tell me you had done just the same
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| You call me upstairs, try to prepare
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| 'Cause I know the only note this night can end on’s a bad one
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| And I know you’re so aware
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| You’re dressed all in black, exposing your back
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| Staring out from underneath the bangs
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| That cover your eyes that only criticize
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| But in the most beautiful way, hey
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| In the rush of the night
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| Your debauchery, it turns into spite
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| And in the back of the cab, you look at me as if I’d understand
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| You call me upstairs, try to prepare |
| 'Cause I know the only note this night can end on’s a bad one
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| And I know you’re so aware
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| You’re dressed all in black, exposing your back
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| Staring out from underneath the bangs
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| That cover your eyes that only criticize
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| But in the most beautiful way, hey
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| Wake
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| Are, are we awake?
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| Are, are we awake?
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| Are, are we awake?
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| Are, are we awake?
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| Are, are we awake?
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| Are, are we a-
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| You call me upstairs, try to prepare
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| 'Cause I know the only note this night can end on’s a bad one
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| And I know you’re so aware
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| You’re dressed all in black, exposing your back
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| Staring out from underneath the bangs
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| That cover your eyes that only criticize
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| But in the most beautiful way, hey |