| Tonight there isn’t any light under your door
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| I guess you must be somewhere breathing
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| Where skin and everything still know what they are for
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| And blood remembers where to go
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| I fell in love with you, no matter what you say
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| But you were right about the reasons
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| To turn a magdeline into the month of May
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| I shoulda known the magdeline was me
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| So I’m turning on the stereo
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| And I’m lining up the names
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| On the mixes I made before you
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| And I’m turning into fairytales
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| With glitter and some glue
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| Everything we ever planned
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| To ever do
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| Tonight there isn’t any light under your door
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| I guess you must be somewhere breathing
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| In patterns unfamiliar to the one you’re underneath
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| I pinned those patterns in my coat
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| So I’m turning on the stereo
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| And I’m turning into fairytales
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| Yes, I’m turning on the stereo
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| And I’m turning into you
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| I fell in love with you |