It's just passed midnight and I'm staring holes through the back of your head
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because under nightfall everything seems a little more nostalgic
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so here goes nothing as I throw up all these words all over you
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new romance is becoming saturated in our eyes
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oh how cliche it is to sing about the stars
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when they burnt out about ten years ago
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its just passed midnight and she's laughing at every word that I said
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another frightful moment and
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I need a mayday when I'm burning down
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so much for spilling out my guts
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because you never even gave a damn
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selfish agenda blaming everything on me
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oh how cliche it is to sing about the stars
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when they burnt out about ten years ago
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won't toss and turn tonight
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we ride out fast
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we'll burn the houses
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and we'll torch the souls until they get it right
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this letter is scarlet because it's addressed to you
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Oh How Cliche
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| The Audition |
