| I was higher than a biplane
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| Then you hit me like a hurricane
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| I bailed out, hit the ground
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| Washed up in a storm drain
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| Stumbled up the driveway
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| With a handshake and a slow wave
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| Now I’m crashed out on the couch
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| Wondering if you feel the same
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| 'Cause you’re in my brain taking up space I need
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| For remembering pins and to take out the bins
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| And that one particular film that that actor was in
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| I see your face superimposed over everything
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| It ain’t right
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| 'Cause I was fine on my own
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| Tolling steady like a dial tone
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| Couldn’t you leave me?
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| I was happy unhappy
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| But now I’m overthrown
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| Wish my heart were really made of stone
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| And I could forget you
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| Like I really want to
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| I was living with your spare change
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| In the pocket of your cutaways
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| And I get so spent
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| Waiting on your lunch break
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| Broke every window pane
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| So I can feel the cold rain
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| When I lie in bed catching death
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| Trying to wash it all away
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| 'Cause you’re in my brain taking up space I need
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| For delivering lies and suppressing the sighs
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| And for navigating escape when I get lost in your eyes
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| It’s taking up all of my time just to keep it in line
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| It ain’t right
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| 'Cause I was fine on my own
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| Tolling steady like a dial tone
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| Couldn’t you leave me?
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| I was happy unhappy
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| But now I’m overthrown
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| Wish my heart were really made of stone
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| And I could forget you
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| Like I really want to
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| I was fine on my own
|
| Tolling steady like a dial tone
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| Couldn’t you leave me?
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| I was happy unhappy
|
| But now I’m overthrown
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| Wish my heart were really made of stone
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| And I could forget you
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| Like I really want to
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| I could forget you
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| I could forget you
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| I could forget you |