| Hope you know you can’t help me
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| There’s nothing I’ll fix about me
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| The headlights point towards home on the county
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| Back row, I hid my hands where you found me
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| Beautiful as ever, walking up to me
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| A short step into the overhead on the balcony
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| And I can go and change now if it’s too tacky
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| Trees in the background as the sun pass me
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| And there’s something in the air, I know it’s not just me
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| I see something in the most minute, unimportant things
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| And there’s something about me in my head, it’s not a thing
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| Something I can’t understand, there’s something about this I can’t read
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| Something swirls ‘round me, I don’t why you can’t see it, it’s obvious
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| I’m gone again
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| Fallen pieces from my head down to my hands
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| I’m caught again
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| It’s too easy to chalk it up to just all an instinct so hold my hand
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| Don’t know what I wanted when I’m alone again
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| Oh, and I’ve seen
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| So many fucking times, it’s unhealthy
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| And I’ve seen real tragedy
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| ‘Til the day I’m dead, I’ma scream Jess R.I.P
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| Don’t mind me, I’ll be
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| Here trying to convince myself I’ll get peace
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| I still see you in my dreams
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| Just give me a few more hours and I’ll get sleep
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| Hope you know you can’t help me
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| There’s nothing I’ll fix about me
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| The headlights point towards home on the county
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| Back row, I hid my hands where you found me
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| Beautiful as ever, walking up to me
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| A short step into the overhead on the balcony
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| And I can go and change now if it’s too tacky
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| Trees in the background as the sun pass me |