| The morning of the come down
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| My eyes on the road
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| She’s tugging at the stitches
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| Shaking in the cold
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| She says pull into the servo honey
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| I need to get some air
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| Hover in the brake light lit up
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| She’s pulling out her hair
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| My head’s filled with lots of nothing
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| Come on, you must think something of him
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| Fall in love to fall right out
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| And break apart without a sound
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| If you really want to stay
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| Can we let the record state
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| That I don’t want a part of this
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| I just want to be here in case
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| This has been a long lunch honey
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| It’s adding up on the bill
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| I don’t know where you get that money
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| She says don’t ask I won’t tell
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| My head’s filled with lots of nothing
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| Come on, you must think something of him
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| Fall in love to fall right out
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| And break apart without a sound
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| I’ve never felt like I was coming of age
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| So I don’t fear the change
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| She said can you walk me home
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| It’s 7pm outside and the light is gone
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| Are you going to stay clear
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| Was that the idea here
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| What was that one line
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| You told me the last time
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| Said I never felt like this
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| But that was a lie, 'cause I haven’t felt in years
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| She said call me when you get home
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| I would if I could if I hadn’t lost my phone
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| My head’s filled with lots of nothing
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| Come on, you must think something of him
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| Fall in love to fall right out
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| And break apart without a sound |