| Love all my moods and keep me off the deep end
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| Midsummer’s pool and I fill it with secrets
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| Watch me break down and then use it against me
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| Watching me drown like a beach on the concrete
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| Passion’s got a thousand faces
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| But none of them will play the realest
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| Mirror all the ways I’m 'lone
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| Spiking all my right brain senses
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| I’m naive, impulsive even
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| Falling too fast
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| I’m forgetful, when it’s hurtful
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| Why let it last?
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| All that good shit on the table to eat
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| Passion and pain taste the same when I’m weak
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| If you break my bones, if you br—
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| I’ma hurt my soul, I’ma h—
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| Broken cassette with the love songs repeating
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| Follow my pattern in darkness, I see it
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| I see an end, I pretend that I don’t
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| Sayin' I’ll stay, I’m afraid that I won’t
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| If you break my bones, I’ma hurt my soul
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| Gonna fuck it out again and again, mmm
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| Stuff me full off lies that I swallow down
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me, hmm
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| Passion’s got a thousand faces
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| But none of them will play the realest
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| Mirror all the ways I’m 'lone
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| Spiking all my right brain senses
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| I’m naive, impulsive even
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| Falling too fast
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| I’m forgetful, when it’s hurtful
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| Why let it last?
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| All that good shit on the table to eat
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| Passion and pain taste the same when I’m weak
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| If you break my bones, if you br—
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| I’ma hurt my soul, I’ma h—
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| Break my bones, swallow down
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| You’re gonna get what you’re givin' to me
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| All that good shit on the table to eat
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| Passion and pain taste the same when I’m weak |