| Convinced we were a matter of lust
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| Too temporary to be serious
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| What was time but a graveyard of lost chances?
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| I dispose my stance, true heartfelt romance
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| Graces a pavement
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| Dancing to another’s pace
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| I was someone
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| Now I’m distraught
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| Maybe
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| It’s defeat
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| When you look kinda funny at me
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| Envy got the better of me
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| Least I’m a past your eyes still see
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| Barely knew me at all
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| I decrease to ease my sigh
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| Subtly out of control
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| Snail-speed, gettin' by
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| Its taken months too
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| The filter’s yellow through
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| Ears mute all senses
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| For your voice is a headache
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| Moulding sandcastles with ashes of
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| Unwanted romantic advances
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| Maybe
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| It’s defeat
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| When you look kinda funny at me
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| Envy got the better of me
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| Least I’m a past your eyes still see
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| Lie all night
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| Labyrinth my mnd
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| I don’t even wanna know where I go in your memory
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| Say it hurts this much
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| Hands an inch from touch
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| But I know how it is inside
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| Maybe
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| It’s defeat
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| When you look kinda funny at me
|
| Envy got the better of me
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| Least I’m a past your eyes still see
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| Least I’m a past your eyes still see
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| Least I’m a past your eyes still see
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| Least I’m a past your eyes still see |