| 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
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| I can’t believe it’s true
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| You lie until you’re blue
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| And you were going too far
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| Come tomorrow
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| I’m gonna get away
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| Up in the air, I’ll be window seat
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| You’ll never hear from me
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| Call it my masterpiece
|
| Screaming child is high on Ritalin
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| Fucking his memories
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| Call it what you want to
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| I don’t want to fail
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| Go away then, unless you’re naked
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| Bring me the knife
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| I’m going under, undercover
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| 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 |