| Everybody wants to know
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| If we fucked on the bathroom sink
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| How your hands felt in my hair
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| If we were high on amphetamines
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| And everybody wants to hear
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| How we chainsmoked until three
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| And how you laughed when you said my name
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| And how you gripped my hips so mean
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| We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
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| But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
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| We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
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| But the ending is the same every damn time
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| They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange
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| But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything, anything
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| And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage
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| But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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| That’s the beauty of a secret
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| You know you’re supposed to keep it
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| That’s the beauty of a secret
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| That’s the beauty of a secret
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| You know you’re supposed to keep it
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| But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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| Everybody’s waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
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| Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me
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| And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
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| They know you walk like you’re a God, they can’t believe I made you weak
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| We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
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| But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
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| We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
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| But the ending is the same every damn time
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| They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange
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| But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything, anything
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| And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage
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| But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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| That’s the beauty of a secret
|
| You know you’re supposed to keep it
|
| That’s the beauty of a secret
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| That’s the beauty of a secret
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| You know you’re supposed to keep it
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| But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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| These days I can’t seem to get along with anyone
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| Get by with anyone
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| These days I can’t seem to make this right
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| Well, is this fine? |
| Will it be alright?
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| They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange
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| But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything, anything
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| And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage
|
| But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
|
| That’s the beauty of a secret
|
| You know you’re supposed to keep it
|
| That’s the beauty of a secret
|
| That’s the beauty of a secret
|
| You know you’re supposed to keep it
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| But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything |