| You’re in that little white dress and you’re clouded by the way it shows you off
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| You look so wrong in your arms
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| Indulge all of the attention cause I’m good and you’ll need an explanation for
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| the habits that you form
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| All alone and self-endured
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| I’m the rain to your downpour
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| And the debt you can’t afford
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| Swallowing the lines to your bedpost
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| I hope it makes you twist in your sleep
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| Why you feeling sick from your head now
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| Living the same nights on repeat
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| You’re in that little white dress and you’re clouded by the way it shows you off
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| You look so wrong in your arms
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| Hiding your mistakes
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| You’re addicted to feeling sane
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| So you drown yourself, red around your eyes
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| That little white dress tonight
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| Unfold all the lies you told me
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| You were wrong
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| And I was just the substance for
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| Excuses that you made
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| All along to feel so safe
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| In that box of doubt, you lay
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| Just a picture in my place
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| Swallowing the lines to your bedpost
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| I hope it makes you twist in your sleep
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| Why you feeling sick from your head now
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| Living the same nights on repeat |
| You’re in that little white dress and you’re clouded by the way it shows you off
|
| You look so wrong in your arms
|
| Hiding your mistakes
|
| You’re addicted to feeling sane
|
| So you drown yourself, red around your eyes
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| That little white dress tonight
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| You’re in that little white dress and you’re clouded by the way it shows you off
|
| You look so wrong in your arms
|
| Hiding your mistakes
|
| You’re addicted to feeling sane
|
| So you drown yourself, red around your eyes
|
| That little white dress tonight
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| You’re in that little white dress and you’re clouded by the way it shows you off
|
| You look so wrong in your arms
|
| Hiding your mistakes
|
| You’re addicted to feeling sane
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| So you drown yourself, red around your eyes
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| That little white dress tonight |