| Well I’d hurt for you
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| Roaming in these perfect walls of love
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| Baby, we’ll stretch your time
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| And I cling to you
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| Like a child in a smoke filled room
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| Hold on to you
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| And I swear you don’t the feeling
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| And I can kill it
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| I swear, girl you don’t the feeling
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| I wish you could feel it
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| The sunlight’s everywhere but where I want it to be
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| The darkness everywhere I see
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| You’re making me psycho, psycho, psycho
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| Can’t let go, let go, let go
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| Everything I do, brings me back to you you you you
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| And every decision that you do do do
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| You’re making me psycho, psycho, psycho
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| Me and my painted walls
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| I should be in your car for you
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| But my echoes that I’m facing
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| And everything I’ve been taking
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| And I turn to you
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| And I don’t know what’s holding us back
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| In silence, by this painted glass
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| Girl, you don’t this feeling
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| I paint this picture
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| I swear, girl you don’t this feeling
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| I’m iller
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| The stars shine everywhere but where I want it to be
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| And space is everywhere between you and me
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| You’re making me psycho, psycho, psycho
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| Can’t let go, let go, let go
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| Everything I do, brings me back to you you you you
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| And every decision that you do do do
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| You’re making me psycho, psycho, psycho
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| Me and my painted walls
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| Painted walls, inside of walls
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| To me you could fuck everybody who wants, that it wants
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| Even when you’re near me, you can’t heal me
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| Soundproof fixtures, quilted ceilings
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| Talking to myself in a room with no one else
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| And I tell you that I care but no one’s there
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| You’re making me psycho, psycho, psycho |