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This is what the edge of your seat was made for, |
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Holding on, nothing to lose, |
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This is what the edge of your seat was made for, |
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And this, |
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This is what the back of your hand was made for, |
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Stolen apologies, |
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Stolen apologies, you, |
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You're a traitor to my heart, |
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You're a traitor to us all, |
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Forsaken, |
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This over indulgence of conciseness, |
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Has torn a day apart, |
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And lingered in the splendor, |
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Of the feeling in my stomach, |
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Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands, |
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Covering my face, |
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I wait for what |
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I have to do, |
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Forsaken, |
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We're all movie stars, |
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We're all movie stars, |
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We're all movie stars, |
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We're all movie stars, (And I'm speaking these words) (And I'm talking to the mirror) |
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You're a traitor to my heart, |
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You're a traitor to us fucking all, |
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I don't want to kiss anyone, |
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I don't want to kiss anyone but you, |
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I fucking love you |
