| No one’s picking up the phone, guess it’s me and me
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| And this little masochist, she’s ready to confess
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| All the things that I never thought that she could feel
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| Hey Jupiter, nothing’s been the same
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| So are you gay, are you blue?
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| Thought we both could use a friend to run to
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| And I thought I wouldn’t have to be with you, something new
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| Sometimes I breathe you in
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| And I know you know
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| And sometimes you take a swim
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| Found your writing on my wall
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| If my heart’s soaking wet
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| Boy, your boots can leave a mess
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| Hey Jupiter, nothing’s been the same
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| So are you gay, are you blue?
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| Thought we both could use a friend to run to
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| And I thought you wouldn’t have to keep with me, hiding
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh, yes
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| Thought I knew myself so well
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| All the dolls I had
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| Took my leather off the shelf
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| Your apocalypse was fab
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| For a girl who couldn’t choose
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| Between the shower or the bath
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| And I thought I wouldn’t have to be with you, a magazine
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh, yes
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh, yes
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| No one’s picking up the phone
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| Guess it’s clear, he’s gone
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| And this little masochist
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| Is lifting up her dress
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| Guess I thought I could never feel
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| The things I feel
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| Hey Jupiter, nothing’s been the same
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| So are you gay, are you blue?
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| Thought we both could use a friend to run to
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| Hey Jupiter, nothing’s been the same
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| So are you safe, now we’re through?
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| Thought we both could use a friend to run to
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| Hey Jupiter |