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I wanna be your faded car and take me anywhere |
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And we'll be looking through the cold of lonely nights and days |
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The missing windows and nosy eyes, I can't help but stare, |
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I've been looking through the frames, I want you anywhere |
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It's all on me, and I'm waiting here. |
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It's all mine, mine, mine |
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Mine, mine, mine |
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I'll take it anyway |
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The broken parts are fine! |
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Mine, mine, mine |
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Mine, mine, mine |
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Mine, mine, mine |
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I'll take it anyway |
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The broken parts are still always mine! |
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Framed in... these other lies waiting here, I believe |
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Sometimes hidden under webs |
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You mend them, hung on leaves. |
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Colors curl over head when I close my eyes |
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Someone's forgotten a little thing past the bargain |
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That I can find to let a little bit of light in. |
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It's all mine, mine, mine |
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Mine, mine, mine |
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I'll take it anyway |
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The broken parts are fine! |
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Mine, mine, mine |
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Mine, mine, mine |
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Mine, mine, mine |
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I'll take it anyway |
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The broken parts are still always mine! |
