| You didn’t have to say it, I knew what you meant
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| We both left a few things underground
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| And I’ve been fucked for fourteen days
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| Now while you still swear that you’re fine
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| But that empty bottle I saw in your bedroom suggested otherwise
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| I guess I’ll call when I’ve got something new to say
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| And all these reasons not to say your name start slipping away
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| You didn’t have to act like everything
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| Once wrapped up but now unraveling
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| Was what was keeping you out of my bed
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| Out of my head like I’m just over this
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| Tell me what you really want
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| Is it me right now or an easy way out?
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| A calm before some storm? |
| We love to keep you warm
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| I guess I’ll call when I’ve got something new to say
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| And all these reasons not to say your name start slipping away
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| It starts at one, till we come undone and I’m on your floor again
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| And you’re whispering something close enough
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| To truth to make me want you again
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| Make me want you again
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| Make me want you again
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| Make me want you again
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| I guess I’ll call when I’ve got something new to say
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| And all these reasons not to say your name start slipping away
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| I’ll call when I’ve got something new to say
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| And all these reasons not to say your name start slipping away |