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It's late, we turn the TV off |
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It's old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker |
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You want to build fires on hot days |
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Feel the coolness of my gaze |
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I'm a troublemaker |
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Three years in and I call to crush what remains of this love |
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On a cold morning of you arriving |
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I was struggling for survival |
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It's late, we turn the TV off |
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It's old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker, a windbreaker |
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You want to build fires on hot days |
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Feel the coolness of my gaze |
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I'm a troublemaker |
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Three years in and I call to crush what remains of this love |
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It's going to be one hell of a year. |
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Keeping secrets in water tight compartments, Dear |
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It's giving me the fear |
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I fall down like a tonne of bricks |
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What makes me sick won't make me quit |
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I fall down like a tonne of bricks |
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What makes me sick won't make me quit |
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I knew what you were talking about |
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I knew what you were talking about |
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I knew what you were talking about |
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I knew what you were talking about |
