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Sitting in your room, drinking your perfume |
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Wondering which day of the week, |
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I'll die on now |
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I'm lying on your bed, unscrewing your head |
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Trying to figure out what's wrong, inside |
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So you don't hate yourself tonight, yeah |
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So now you fall asleep inside a tambourine |
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Next to broken headphones and your high school yearbook |
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I wrote on the final page, wish |
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I could've stayed around |
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To watch the last band play, hey hey hey |
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I heard they just broke up yesterday |
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Frequenting the local black and red |
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And how that band played you really had to stare |
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You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking |
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You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking, yeah |
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Frequenting the local black and red |
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And how that band played you really had to stare |
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You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking |
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You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking, yeah, yeah |
