| Every word you said and every time you bled it out…
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| (that's what I’m talking about…)
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| As she slept in the bed next to me…
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| Misery in the morning
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| (come the morning.)
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| I’ll hate this
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| (yea I’ll hate this)
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| Well I’ll hate this
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| (but I won’t hate this and oh my god)
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| What’s wrong with my head
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| When everything I ever wanted just can’t hit the spot?
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| The thought of me swimming in you like the sea…
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| Makes me melt.
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| Makes me melt into one giant mess of a man…
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| Feeding this plan…
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| It’s something I could live without
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| The thought of me running the tip of my insecure hand across your hips
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| It will never make sense but it feeds these desires
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| My lungs wouldn’t work without playing with fire
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| Why can’t you see?
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| I can offer something, something I swear you would never want
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| Take it from me…
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| This feeling in my gut, this lust, it’s fading more with every touch
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| Dear God, I’m empty
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| And it’s become quite obvious to me
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| This is the calm before the unsettled storm
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| This lighthouse lies in ruins, what am I waiting for? |