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You said you wanted someone just like me |
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you let me read it in your diary |
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I'd like to write this out of history |
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it was an awkward patch |
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I had an itch to scratch |
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We spent the summer kissing |
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in a basement room |
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learning all the rules |
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you made them up as you went along |
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and then your passion cooled |
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you really had me fooled |
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I'm not gonna be around |
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you better write this down |
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I'm gonna leave without a sound |
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you better write this down |
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I didn't really need to hear the facts |
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but you know me I couldn't help but ask |
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and now you're telling me I need to relax |
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I chose the warmest day |
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to rain on your parade |
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I learned to love the sickly sweet |
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in order to meet |
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all of my body's needs |
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you swore to keep me in your nest |
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how could you tell a lie |
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about the birth of a child? |
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I won't always be around... |
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day by day we assemble it all |
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and then we tear it away |
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Stealing post-punk posters |
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from your sister's room |
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(you opened your diary |
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I wish you'd never shown me) |
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Gossamer voices rising from speakers |
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in a prefabricated plume |
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Here's an entry for your diary: |
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dictation - are you ready? |
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I'm not gonna be around |
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you better write this down |
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I'm gonna leave without a sound |
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you better write this down |
