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Left a message inside her room |
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It's written all across her face |
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This isn't how I planned to lose |
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She turns around and she won't look back |
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She puts her bright red helmet on |
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And crosses every single line |
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The coffee's stale and the milk turned sour |
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She'll swallow right before she falls |
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If I could only change her mind |
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Just keep quoting her favorite lines |
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Get it in her pictionary head |
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She'll decipher what's inside |
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And I recall |
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The way she'd spit out |
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Phrase after lazy phrase |
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Her paper walls |
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Filter her sounds |
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Make sure that anything is possible tonight |
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And it looks like things |
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Are about to fall apart |
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Aight on cue |
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They're about to fall apart |
