| I can see the tides in your eyes
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| And the windowsill is a gate to a world now foreign and faded
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| So rearrange and realize and feed me, feed me your lies
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| Your lies
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| You can blame the wind for all of your sins
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| And swear that you’re heaven sent
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| You can tell your friends how I swear in my songs
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| I know what I fucking said, yeah
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| You can blame the wind for all of your sins
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| And swear that you’re heaven sent
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| You can tell your friends how I swear in my songs
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| I know what I fucking said
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| Used to have my fav’s saved, Motorola Razr
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| Taking Back Sunday, rolling with some skaters
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| Getting D’s and F’s cause I was hanging with my GF
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| We haven’t hugged yet but I’m sure we will later
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| Always been a sadboy, no disrespect to Lean
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| But I can still sing every word off of «Where You Want to Be»
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| Now a little older and my heart’s a little colder
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| Got these Klonopin hid in my car cup holder
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| But you don’t understand
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| You don’t know me like that, no
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| You don’t know me like that
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| You don’t really know me like that, no
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| You don’t know me like that
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| You don’t really know me like that, oh no
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| You don’t know me like that
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| You don’t really know me like that, no
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| You can blame the wind for all of your sins
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| And swear that you’re heaven sent
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| You can tell your friends how I swear in my songs
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| I know what I fucking said, yeah
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| You can blame the wind for all of your sins
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| And swear that you’re heaven sent
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| You can tell your friends how I swear in my songs
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| I know what I fucking said |