| I want you, thin fingers
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| I wanted you, thin fingernails
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| And when you bend backwards
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| I wanted you, I needed you
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| Oh-oh, to make me better
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| I’ll love you in springtime
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| I lost you when summer came
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| And when you pulled backwards
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| I wanted to, I needed to
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| Oh-oh, to make me better
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| Oh-oh, to make me better
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| But we’re not so starry-eyed anymore
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| Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters
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| And won’t it all just come around to make you
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| Let it all unbreak you to the day you met her
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| But it’d make you better
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| It’d make you better
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| I sung you your twinges
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| I suffered you your tattletales
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| And when you broke sideways
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| I wanted you, I needed you
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| Oh-oh, to make me better
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| Oh-oh, to make me better
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| But we’re not so starry-eyed anymore
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| Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters
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| And won’t it all just come around and make you
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| Let it all unbreak you to the day that you met her
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| And it’d make you better
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| Did it make you better?
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| Make you better, oh
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| And all I wanted was a sliver to call mine
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| And all I wanted was a shimmer in your shine
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| To make me bright
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| Cause we’re not so starry-eyed anymore
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| Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters
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| And won’t it all just come around and make you
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| Let it all unbreak you to the day you met her
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| But it’d make you better
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| It’d make you better, oh |