| Hold on, there’s a hole in my heart
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| everyone can see right through me it goes all the way to the waves
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| where my love she tried to wash it away
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| see we break for the summers
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| so she can find lovers
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| she treats them like a bottle of wine
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| they make you dinner
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| and they sing you to sleep
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| but by the morning find the bottle is empty
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| 'cause she never gives it the time
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| every bottle she finds
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| they don’t compare
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| to the ones she left behind
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| there is never a note
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| so she waits for me to come back home
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| I’m looking for a dead end song
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| you wish that smoke
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| could change its color
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| I love it when you talk so much
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| and act like nothing went wrong
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| I’m looking for a dead end song
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| while we sit and find flaws in everyone
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| I want to keep you by my side
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| holding off tidal waves
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| «mint car"is keeping us warm
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| she lays crossed upon the bed
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| we are puzzles making shapes
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| with our hands
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| I take my finger, turn into a pen
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| then i run my hand down your spine
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| you guess i wrote something profound
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| something like:
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| «our love will last 'til we die»
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| I say «you're good at this game»
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| but what I really wrote is
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| «how I’ve yet to be saved» |