| Maybe my house was burning, maybe my boss is dead
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| Didn’t notice you had vanished, I was busy rubbernecking
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| Break it down looking back break it up again, the circle I better get used to The circle of the heart is broken, words so clear, words softly spoken
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| That I said to them, but every time, by accident
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| Ghost visions and sympathy, I’m still busy rubbernecking
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| Maybe my house was burning, maybe my boss is dead
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| Didn’t notice you had vanished, I was busy rubbernecking
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| Smart eyes and hair like a feechy, bright colors in a wild history
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| Jealousy it creeps through my veins, tore myself inside out and back again
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| Fake a smile cause it’s gonna take a while
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| Grin and bear every second, I’m still busy rubbernecking
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| Maybe my house was burning, maybe my boss is dead
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| Didn’t notice you had vanished, I was busy rubbernecking
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| Maybe my house was burning, maybe my boss is dead
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| Or while we’d hid in the flesh, I was busy rubbernecking
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| If you don’t belong, then please don’t be long
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| If you slip away, then I’ll look forward to see you in a few days
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| Maybe my house was burning, maybe my boss is dead
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| Didn’t notice you had vanished, I was busy rubbernecking
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| Maybe my house was burning, maybe my boss is dead
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| Or while we’d hid in the flesh, I was busy rubbernecking |