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Tell me a lie, the kind that makes our wounds heal |
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And warm us in the cold |
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We're sleeping in; I never want us to get up |
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You're an apology left unheard |
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Cut her up and put her in your scrapbook |
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You, you're moving slow and I never react the right way |
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Spread you wide open, spread you wide open |
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You are the skills that I lack, yea! |
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Tell me I'm sure, I wouldn't want to make this awkward |
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And yell out ex's names |
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You're dreaming of leaving |
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You're an apology left unheard |
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Kiss her soft and put her in your trophy case |
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You, you're moving slow and I never react the right way |
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Spread you wide open, spread you wide open |
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You are the skills that I lack |
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You, you're moving slow and I never react the right way |
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Spread you wide open, spread you wide open |
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You are the skills that I lack |
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You, you're moving slow and I never react the right way |
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Spread you wide open, spread you wide open |
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You are the skills that I lack |
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Yea! |
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Here we go! |
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Stop. |
