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I wrote this down to make it sing just like a song |
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A little part of me is hating where I've gone |
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The living room disheveled, dishes piled up high |
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Your naked silhouette contrasting in the light |
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It's you... |
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It's you... |
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Pull off with guilt from a confusing kiss goodnight |
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I drive with a cell phone burning as you cry yourself to sleep all night |
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This parking lot is my best friend as it holds me while I stare |
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I can see my breath, I can taste your shoulder, it's something in the air |
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It's you... |
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It's you... |
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This song is just a stripped down version give or take a verse |
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Wanna spare us all the details if it only makes things worse |
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Oh... |
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Oh... |
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Oh... |
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Ah... |
