| Hold on through the year
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| Don’t be shocked that I want you here
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| I missed my calling, so darn boring
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| As it’s been way too fucking long since you came over
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| And shook my coma deep
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| Broke my loners streak
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| And you put earth beneath my feet
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| My dreams were sweet
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| I can’t just believe no rumours
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| No evidence, your vultures came and cleaned up
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| (Love)
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| Just believe no, no evidence
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| Your vultures came and cleaned
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| You’re the reason but you’re never in season
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| Much to keeping my promises
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| You’re the reason by you’re never with me
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| Shocking how much I be wonder
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| If blocking a crush is a blunder
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| Tucking up under the covers
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| Fucking a touch I’m asunder
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| Mucking around
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| Or stuck in a grounded state
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| Fate would have it
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| Escape is tragic
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| Blame the static
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| So I’m carrying on
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| Into the days I long for peace in a song
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| Six in the morn, airport waits a yawn
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| Call shakes up my conscience
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| Your late words are nonsense
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| Though we fornicate with the memories
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| All the same it’s ephemeral
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| Cause
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| You’re the reason but you’re never in season
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| Much to keeping my promises
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| You’re the reason by you’re never with me |