| Click, click, click, click
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| Click, click, click, click
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| Click, click, click, click
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| Click, click, click, click
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| Yo, did you like the pics that I sent
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| 'cause I don’t know when I’m gonna give it to you
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| 'cause I don’t know who you are, where you live what you do You’re just a
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| screen — but you mean so much
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| And I want to hold you close 'cause we all want the same thing
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| So we click then we click then we die
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| Click then we click then we die
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| Click then we click then we die, die, die
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| Isolate, 88, never wanna know when you will save the fate
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| Stop trying to find all the loves you hide
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| When you leave behind the pages that you won’t show me
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| You don’t own me, you don’t owe me
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| But you put up your pics of the sun and the sky
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| And you like and you rate and subscribe
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| And if love is to die then I guess i’ll be in my grave tonight |