| It’s tough to stay objective, baby
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| With your tongue abseiling down my neck
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| It’s a bulletproof offer I can’t accept
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| It’s tough to maintain focus, baby
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| Now all my elephants are in the room
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| We crave the fiction when we need the truth
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| You need to find a different boy’s heart to chew
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| Chew
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| And all these emoticons and words
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| Try to make it better but they only make it worse
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| It’s tough to feign indifference, baby
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| Now I’m spending all the money I have
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| Trying to impress you’s kinda driving me mad
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| And I don’t blame the pressure or the vultures in the sky
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| I blame what happens every time we’re under neon lights
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| We crave the tension in a room with a view
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| You need to find a different boy’s heart to chew
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| Chew
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| And all these emoticons and words
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| Try to make it better but they only make it worse
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| And all these emoticons and words
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| Fail to make it better, their attempts just make it worse
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| And it’s everything I want
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| And nothing I can keep
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| Behind these metaphors
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| I want you literally
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| We crave the fiction when we need the truth
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| You need to find a different boy’s heart to chew
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| Chew
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| And all these emoticons and words
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| Try to make it better but they only make it worse
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| But I like it here so much I might stay
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| The edge of nowhere’s such a beautiful place
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| The edge of nowhere’s such a beautiful place |