| Running on empty, you know I never get sleep
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| Your next, he’s the best me
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| Better version of me
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| You try conversate, I got a face like a zombie
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| Loosing my mind, slowthai, it’s Ted Bundy
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| How I’m wired, I admired every time you got me with food
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| I was hungry, mmh, got too comfy
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| Love me hours, bond me, didn’t think much of me
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| I don’t blame you if you was me, I would probably hate you
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| But your love, for that I’m grateful
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| Truly scrumptious angel
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| You made up stories, I don’t blame you
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| But the plot gets thicker like your shape do
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| You’re too sweet like grapefruits
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| Too sweet, bitter whilst I faced you
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| You made up stories, I don’t blame you
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| But the plot gets thicker like your shape do
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| You’re too sweet like grapefruits
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| Too sweet, bitter whilst I faced you
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| Affected, disconnected
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| Assuming the worst, you’re obsessive
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| I blame you like you blame me (Why do you blame me?)
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| I don’t hate you like you hate me
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| There’s a thin line divide
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| Caught in a slip tie like a slipknot
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| I’m not a rabbit, fuck like rabbits (Fuck like)
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| Then we break up (Why do we break up?)
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| Arguments, shit I couldn’t imagine
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| Then we break up, I don’t blame you
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| That you blame me, I don’t blame you (I don’t)
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| You made up stories, I don’t blame you
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| But the plot gets thicker like your shape do
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| You’re too sweet like grapefruits
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| Too sweet, bitter whilst I faced you
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| You made up stories, I don’t blame you
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| But the plot gets thicker like your shape do
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| You’re too sweet like grapefruits
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| Too sweet, bitter whilst I faced you |