| I’m a wave in the ocean
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| You’re a tree in the orchard
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| So I’m out like I’m under
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| Stuck deep in your soil
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| From my chest, to my head
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| To the breath on your neck
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| Silhouettes and regrets
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| Now replace you instead
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| Spit me out
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| Spit me out
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| And do you feel empty?
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| ‘Cause your whispers consume me
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| They grow deeper
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| They shake me and they linger
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| I’m a renegade and a sinner
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| You’re a blue bird in the winter
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| Disguising the way you hide
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| Like a sidewinder
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| You lack in conviction
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| So suffer in silence
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| With self-medication
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| And its sour elation
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| I’ve been muting the colours on my skin
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| I’ve been matching the distance that you bring
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| I fall asleep to the pressure
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| That I can’t make this better
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| ‘Cause you won’t let me further in
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| Spit me out
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| Spit me out
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| And do you feel empty?
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| ‘Cause your whispers consume me
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| They grow deeper
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| They shake me and they linger
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| I’m a renegade and a sinner
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| You’re a blue bird in the winter
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| Disguising the way you hide
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| Like a sidewinder
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| You could’ve used some respect
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| Instead you played with my head
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| And now I’ll never let you go
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| I’m on the side of the fence you don’t call home
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| Sidewinder wake me in the dead of night
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| So you can take me to the place you hide
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| (And do you feel empty?)
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| ‘Cause your whispers consume me
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| They grow deeper
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| They shake me and they linger
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| I’m a renegade and a sinner
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| You’re a blue bird in the winter
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| Disguising the way you hide
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| Like a sidewinder |