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Curious impulse drifting slow in a state |
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In the darkness, in music, our imperfect escape |
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A good girl, a daughter of liars avenged |
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You paint such a picture, the departed, unhinged |
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You make a splash |
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You're adored by strangers through glass |
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We **** up our rhythm, this idea is a curse |
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I invite myself in and I think I kissed you first |
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But this glimpse at the past, it is tattered and trite |
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Our love tastes like sugar but it pulls all the life out of me |
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Out of me |
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You cry to an old friend, to a hole in your heart |
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To a ghost in the fading strokes of your glorious art |
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And she lied when she said she would call you today |
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And you know I couldn't blame her |
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The pain that you make never dies |
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I hung it up in a wistful disguise |