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I slept in your drive for a month |
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But you didn't see |
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I watched both the legs |
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You uncrossed in the library |
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And I would always fall beneath your spell |
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This unrequited nowhere love is hell |
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And I can't talk to you because |
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I'm not made of flesh and bones |
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And there's a box where my heart should be |
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All of the wires are crossed inside of me |
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I sent you a card but I swear it was thrown away |
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Now it's getting dark in the cold light of day |
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I'll pull all the pins that keep my soul in |
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And I would always fall beneath your spell |
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This unrequited nowhere love is hell |
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And I can't talk to you because |
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I'm not made of flesh and bones |
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And there's a box where my heart should be |
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All of the wires are crossed inside of me |
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I want you |
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But I am zero |
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And I can't talk to you because |
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I'm not made of flesh and bones |
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And there's a box where my heart should be |
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All of the wires are crossed inside of me |