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Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings |
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words have found their way to stay in |
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and they don't let out feelings |
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It's written badly but verses say shes mad and creepy |
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and the rest of things we kind of know. |
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They say there'll never be a girl like her again |
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with her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees. |
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And with her eyes that she uses to touch |
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Everything, everything she looks at. |
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Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee. |
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The floor can't stand that people stepping on won't even say sorry. |
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They say there'll never be a girl like her again |
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with her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees. |
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And with her eyes that she uses to touch |
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everything, everything she looks at. |
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Don't stay longer Don't stay longer |
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Don't stay longer Don't stay |
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Don't stay longer staring at her eyes. |