| I’ve got a picture of your face
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| Stuck in my head like superglue
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| And fourteen hours of TV
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| Hasn’t deluded any thoughts of you
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| Now I’m acting like the living dead
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| Thinking of all the stupid things I said
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| And how you laughed anyway
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| Even though I wasn’t making sense
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| And now murdering of minutes is my only crime
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| Cause I’ve been sitting here for days
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| Thinking of words that rhyme
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| To say that thinking of you
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| Is the way I like to waste my time
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| Its 3am and once again I’m wide awake
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| Lying here in my bed
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| And it’s been over two weeks
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| And your still hanging out inside my head
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| Now I’m acting like the living dead
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| Thinking of all the stupid things I said
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| And how you laughed anyway
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| Even though I wasn’t making sense
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| And now murdering of minutes is my only crime
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| Cause I’ve been sitting here for days
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| Thinking of words that rhyme
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| To say that thinking of you
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| Is the way I like to waste my time
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| Yea thinking of you is the way I like
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| To waste my time
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| Thinking of you is the way I like to waste my time
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| Thinking of you is the way I like to waste my time
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| Thinking of you is the way I like to waste my time
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| Thinking of you is the way I like to waste my time |