| Got your mother’s tongue and your father’s eyes
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| As I say it now, it is no surprise
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| In your mother tongue, tu es étonnante
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| In your father’s eyes, you are always young
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| In your body built to rot
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| So easily led
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| Is your body better off
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| In someone else’s bed?
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| Still morning
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| I keep this in my chest 'cause I’m thrown
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| Keep stalling, oh my
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| What I invested, I don’t know
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| Give me strength that I might go
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| Do you feel it in your throat?
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| Letting go, I wrestled with it more than once
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| You fell out of touch, though you were on form
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| And it’s been four months
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| Underneath a quarter moon
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| Yes, you seem a little drunk
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| Pour it out, fill my cup
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| It’s an honour cut
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| I mean, oh, what a sight
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| Wish she’d interrupt
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| Are you not satisfied?
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| Yeah, Regina wanna talk
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| But I’m all out of dopamine
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| Graceful as you were, listen up
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| I’m not being mean, but
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| You seem a little high
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| You seem a little—
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| Hi, how’s it going?
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| Are you happy with your life?
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| Did you mean for it to hurt?
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| Did you get to where you wanted?
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| You’re being more than nice
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| The confirmation, I was right
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| I must admit, the other time
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| Ah, it’s pouring in, the autumn light
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| Brighter, your family is getting smaller
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| An hour sees you growing whiter
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| There’s something moving in the water
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| And I was standing, mortified
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| You seem a little high, you said
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| You seem a little—
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| Hi, how’s it going?
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| Are you happy with your life?
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| Did you mean for it to hurt?
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| Did you get to where you wanted?
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| I was a little high (Oh my God)
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| Just a little—
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| Hiding my emotions
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| I still mean to call you back
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| No need to be defensive
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| 'Cause I’m not on the attack
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| It’s just
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| I was a little high (Oh my God)
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| Just a little high
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| I was a little high
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| Just a little |