| I want nothing, and it shows
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| Don’t want to feel right, even though
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| Cover ears, loud planes fly low
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| Sound won’t hurt on its own
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| Jumpy film, too bright and scratched
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| White-hair kid, a coastline tan
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| Looking down through the foam
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| Wind blows, if I leave now you will be
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| You’ll always be that alone
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| I think about you there, do you know?
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| Who’s gonna love you if I go?
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| Cover ears, loud planes fly low
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| I’m scared you’ll hurt when you’re alone
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| Water smoothes out, cool grey glass
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| Eyes stay on it or through they pass
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| With hair stringy soft you’re a child I know
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| Making endless plans to run
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| Too young to live alone
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| I think about you there, do you know?
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| Who’s gonna love you if I go?
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| Cover ears, loud planes fly low
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| Sound won’t hurt on its own
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| I think about you there, do you know?
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| Who’s gonna love you if I go?
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| Cover ears, loud planes fly low
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| I’m scared you’ll hurt when you’re alone |