| Maybe you’re too innocent
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| And I’m a crack in your glass
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| Watch me run down
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| Under your fingers
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| Maybe I’m indifferent, shut down
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| Oh, you know me all too well
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| All too well
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| 'Cause no, I’m not an anthem
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| No I’m not your hope
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| No, I’m not an idea you decided was gold
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| 'Cause I know I’m a sinner
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| But I could be a saint in your head
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| No I don’t got religion
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| But I’ll tip my hat to the dead
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| No, you’re not a season
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| Set to leave me in the cold
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| Still, I caught a sickness
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| That time you said I was, said I was yours
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| Baby, I’m magnificently shut down
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| Take me to the water, watch me drown
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| Watch me drown
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| Cause I know I’m not innocent
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| But if you let me, I could show you how it feels
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| To be buried underground
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| 'Cause I know I’m a sinner
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| But I could be a saint in your head
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| No I don’t got religion
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| But I’ll tip my hat to the dead
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| No, you’re not a season
|
| Set to leave me in the cold
|
| Still, I caught a sickness
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| That time you said I was, said I was yours
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| 'Cause no, I’m not an anthem
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| No, I’m not your hope
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| Not I’m not an idea you decided was gold
|
| No, I’m not a season
|
| Set to leave me in the cold
|
| Still, I caught a sickness
|
| That time you said I was yours
|
| 'Cause I know I’m a sinner
|
| But I could be a saint in your head
|
| No I don’t got religion
|
| But I’ll tip my hat to the dead
|
| No, you’re not a season
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| Set to leave me in the cold
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| Still, I caught a sickness
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| That time you said I was, said I was yours |