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We were cut and smelled of petals |
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These scented promises had me |
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Thinking that I was special |
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For the new lease of life I had got |
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Oh no, woah oh |
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For a minute thought my heart had stopped |
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Oh no, woah oh |
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And the lessons that I had were lost |
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Know you gotta think about it |
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Let me hear the things I'm out to hear |
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Return to the scene of your glories |
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But not for the fame |
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To be stuck in the back sorting laundry |
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Of the same folks you can't stand |
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Oh no, woah oh |
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What a waste for AN IVORY HAND |
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Oh no, woah oh |
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Exquisitely shocked as I am |
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Know you gotta think about it |
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Let me hear the things I'm out to hear |
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See me like you do in memories |
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Of a time you barely knew me girl |
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Always walking through webs |
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See nostalgia as a threat |
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Do you still want it now we got it? |
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Know you gotta think about it |
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Let me hear the things I'm out to hear |
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See me like you do in memories |
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Of a time you barely knew me girl |
