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We look younger than we feel and older than we are |
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And now nobody's funny |
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And oh, God, they took our fashion week |
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That's a real bad thing 'cause we have scars to cover |
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Now I forget how to think |
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So crack my skull, rearrange me |
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Lover, put me in your beautiful bed |
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And cover me |
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Lover, put me in your beautiful bed |
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Nothing made a sound in |
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Williamstown that night |
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And all the air was empty |
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Then what to my wondering eyes should appear |
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Nothing 'cause nothing ever happens here |
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Now I forget how to think |
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So crack my skull, rearrange me |
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And lover, put me in your beautiful bed |
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And cover me |
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Lover, put me in your beautiful bed |
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Nothing ever happened here |
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Nothing ever happened here |
