| Something explodes, waterbed broke
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| I guess I’m waving to the memories ago
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| I called your mum, spat on your car
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| I guess I’m waving to the memories ago
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| If I could only speak what I wanna say
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| Maybe this would stop, fucking go away
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| I could never be your type
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| Drag me under, cut the ties
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| I could never feel the way I used to feel
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| Go dry your eyes, listen to DIIV
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| I guess I’m waving to the memories ago
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| Sad songs for free, forgot to breathe
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| I guess I’m waving to the memories ago
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| If I could only speak what I wanna say
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| Maybe this would stop, fucking go away
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| I could never be your type
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| Drag me under, cut the ties
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| I could never feel the way I used to feel
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| I could never be your type
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| Drag me under, cut the ties
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| I could never feel the way I used to feel
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| Guitars
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| I could never feel the way I used to feel
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| I could never feel the way I used to
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| I could never feel the way I used to feel
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| I could never feel the way I used to feel
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| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| (Oh-oh-oh) |