| You’re so cold, right
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| You’ve been cold all night
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| Now you’re holding on, like you’re holding a child
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| Your eyes are shining, but it’s dark outside
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| Do you feel alright?
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| Making dinner dates? |
| What, are you blind?
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| I hold down two jobs to keep one from flying
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| It was late, my mistake
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| A whole two hours left of daylight
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| My dinner date, a blonde, was hung up onside
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| She was hung up on sign
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| If you think you’re gonna be here long
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| I’m gonna miss you so much when you’re gone
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| All that wasted time
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| They call it murdering your own apartment
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| Daylight glows, the patterning is desolate
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| Now it’s breakfast time
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| You’re holding Hollywood above my head
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| Unsalted butter is my punishment
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| If you think you’re gonna be here long
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| I’m gonna miss you so much, when you’re gone
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| I’m gonna miss you so much
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| When you’re gone
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| My dinner date is hung up on sign
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| Now it’s breakfast time
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| You’re holding Hollywood above my head
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| Unsalted butter is my punishment |