| Call it off
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| It’s raining in the summertime
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| I’m careless and I’m breathing in
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| I’m running wild
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| Hope it’s easing up
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| 'Cause it’s filling up all the empty cups
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| But it’s better them than the rest of us
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| Hope it’s easing up
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| And if you don’t like your skin pink in the summer
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| Then wear long sleeves, broad brimmed, your buttons done up
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| You pounce on me like a cut pill come-up
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| You hate one life but you’re faking in another
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| Deep blue eyes like water filling up
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| Like sister unto brother
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| You’d be the first to say
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| When you feel the same
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| There isn’t much to say
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| When you feel nothing
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| And if you don’t like your skin pink in the summer
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| Then wear long sleeves, broad brimmed, your buttons done up
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| You pounce on me like a cut pill come-up
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| You hate one life but you’re faking in another
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| Would you call your dad just to tell him that you love him?
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| Do you hate it here 'cause you think it’s unbecoming?
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| Are you one foot in? |
| Is the other one missing?
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| Did you call me up just to tell me that you kissed him?
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| If you’re looking for redemption
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| Then it’s breathing underneath your skin
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| And if you wanna start the healing
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| Then you’ll have to let someone in
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| If you’re looking for redemption
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| Then it’s breathing underneath your skin
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| And if you wanna start the healing
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| Then you’ll have to let someone in
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| Breathing underneath your skin
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| Oh, you’ll have to let someone in
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| Breathing underneath your skin
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| Yeah, you’ll have to let someone in |