| I’d say that this is darkest song I ever wrote.
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| No hint of a smile,
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| or the usual quirky anecdotes.
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| No, this is a song about someone knew what not to say,
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| what not to do,
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| so now,
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| I think I’ll just be honest.
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| I hope that no one ever leaves,
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| 'cause I don’t wanna be alone with me,
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| not with the things that rush up and down this symphonous smile.
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| Here comes the love anxiety,
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| can’t let it grab a hold of me,
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| not after last time.
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| Why’d you have to wear skirts and heels like that?
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| She’s blinding anyway but now she’s floodlighting up the match.
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| Well it’s 20 minutes 'til showtime,
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| but the backstage is the stage tonight,
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| so now,
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| I think I’ll just be honest.
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| I hope that no one ever leaves,
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| 'cause I don’t wanna be alone with me,
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| not with the things that rush up and down this symphonous smile.
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| Here comes the love anxiety,
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| can’t let it grab a hold of me,
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| not like the last time.
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| Here comes the love anxiety,
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| it’s gonna grab a hold of me,
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| just like the last time |