| She’s origami, folded sheets into pretty little shapes
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| A picture cut off at the feet reducing chances of escape
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| She’s hanging over me, this claw persistent curl
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| We could only stare and point as she started to unfurl
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| You and me, well, we’re the same
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| Nothing ever goes to plan
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| You and me, well, we’re the same
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| Nothing goes to plan
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| Because we love failing
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| We’ll congratulate each other
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| Shaking spiteful hands
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| Colgate smiles disguised as fervour
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| Whichever way she lands
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| She’s hanging over me, her shadow makes my face burn
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| We’re just pointing as she deletes our features
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| Yeah, you and me, well, we’re the same
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| Nothing ever goes to plan
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| You and me, well, we’re the same
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| Nothing goes to plan
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| Because we love falling down
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| I woke up, she wasn’t there
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| But I could tell she’d stuck around
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| I could taste her in the air and from the poison in the ground
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| She was still hanging over me
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| No need to cross all the Ts or dot every I
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| Precision’s for the adults
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| Yeah, I think that we are the same
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| Nothing ever goes to plan
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| You and me, well, we’re the same
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| Nothing goes to plan
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| Because we love failing, we love falling |