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Lipstick note on my bathroom mirror |
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Tells me I should've known I could still here her |
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On the street below |
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She must've had somewhere to go |
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I grab my coat, walk in any direction |
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Doesn't answer her phone, grind my teeth in the tension |
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Street lights come on |
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I feel like there's something wrong |
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Tell me tell me I can relax |
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I feel so isolated until you come back |
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And I'll write the story of a man obsessed |
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Oh, I can't go on this way |
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And I wonder if you're the hero or the renegade |
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Oh, we'll see how this plays |
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I can't tell if she's dodging my questions |
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This run around sends me a mixed message |
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And I just don't know |
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Am I being irrational? |
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Twisted how in my thoughts are intentions |
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Bring her to a room with all my affection |
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But there's no one home |
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These are thoughts I have alone |
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Tell me tell me I can relax |
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I feel so isolated until you come back |
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And I'll write the story of a man obsessed |
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Oh, I can't go on this way |
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And I wonder if you're the hero or the renegade |
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Oh, we'll see how this plays |
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Am I, reading you wrong? |
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Cause you, are taking too long |
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To prove, where you had gone |
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I lose |
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Lipstick note on my bathroom mirror |
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Tells me I should've known I could still here her |
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On the street below |
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She must've had somewhere to go |
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And I'll write the story of a man obsessed |
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Oh, I can't go on this way |
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And I wonder if you're the hero or the renegade |
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Oh, we'll see how this plays |
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And we'll see how this plays |
