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I sit here all alone |
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And i'm feeling green |
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I press play on your |
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Goddamn phone machine |
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His nasal whine |
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Follows me through the door |
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His teeth are so nice |
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They'd look good on the floor |
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You should've told me |
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They should've told me |
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Christ, you should've told me after all those years i spent |
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Praying to you on my knees in my room back in palm springs |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Mmm-mmm |
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I pull your letter box |
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From beneath your bed |
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And i look through the letters |
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And all the lies he said |
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'bout how he would taste you and tempt you and tease you |
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And twist you around like a circus balloon |
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Heal you, feel you |
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And take your ass out to the zoo |
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You should've told me |
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They should've told me |
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Christ, you should've told me after all those years i spent |
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Praying to you on my knees in my room back in palm springs |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Mmm-mmm |
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I follow you |
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Down to the banks of the river |
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I pull my razor |
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From my boot as i shiver |
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You turn around and |
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"hey, it's a beautiful night" |
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I hold the razor |
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To your neck in the pale moonlight |
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You should've told me |
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They should've told me |
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Christ, you should've told me after all those years i spent |
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Praying to you on my knees in my room back in palm springs |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Mmm-mmm |
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Morning comes |
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And the sun it hurts my eyes |
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I've long stopped hearing |
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The sound of your muffled cries |
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The water is pink |
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And it moves with the tide |
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Don't worry, honey |
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I'm right here by your side |
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You should've told me |
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They should've told me |
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Christ, you should've told me after all those years i spent |
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Praying to you on my knees in my room back in palm springs |
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Yeah, you should've told me |
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They should've told me |
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Christ, you should've told me after all those years i spent |
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Praying to you on my knees in my room back in palm springs |
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This can't be heaven |
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Must've took a wrong turn |
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'cause it sure feels like hell |
