| No one’s coming over, yeah
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| I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t breathe
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| What would I be if I just let it pass?
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| I froze upon your shoulder, yeah
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| You wouldn’t leave, you couldn’t see, I didn’t dream
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| I’m gonna be the one who strews your ash
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| God damn, you could take apart my soul
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| Rearrange it to better suit me
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| Rearm circuits, concentrate clearly
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| Memorize maze, the streets inside me
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| I thought I needed you
 | 
| I can’t believe it’s true
 | 
| You lie until you’re blue
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| And you were going too far
 | 
| Come tomorrow
 | 
| I’m gonna get away
 | 
| Up in the air, I’ll be window seat
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| You’ll never hear from me
 | 
| Call it my masterpiece
 | 
| Screaming child is high on Ritalin
 | 
| Fucking his memories
 | 
| Call it what you want to
 | 
| I don’t want to fail
 | 
| Go away then, unless you’re naked
 | 
| Bring me the knife
 | 
| I’m going under, undercover
 | 
| No one’s coming over, yeah
 | 
| I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t breathe
 | 
| What would I be if I just let it pass?
 | 
| I froze upon your shoulder, yeah
 | 
| You wouldn’t leave, you couldn’t see, I didn’t dream
 | 
| I’m gonna be the one who strews your ash
 | 
| I thought I needed you
 | 
| I can’t believe it’s true
 | 
| You lie until you’re blue
 | 
| And you were going too far
 | 
| Come tomorrow
 | 
| I’m gonna get away
 | 
| Up in the air, I’ll be window seat
 | 
| You’ll never hear from me
 | 
| Call it my masterpiece
 | 
| Screaming child is high on Ritalin
 | 
| Fucking his memories
 | 
| Call it what you want to
 | 
| I thought I needed you
 | 
| I can’t believe it’s true
 | 
| You lie until you’re blue
 | 
| And you were going too far
 | 
| Come tomorrow
 | 
| I’m gonna get away
 | 
| Up in the air, I’ll be window seat
 | 
| You’ll never hear from me
 | 
| Call it my masterpiece
 | 
| Screaming child is high on Ritalin
 | 
| Fucking his memories
 | 
| Call it what you want to |