Maybe my house was burning, maybe my world sits dead
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Didn't notice you had vanished, I was busy rubbernecking
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Breakdown looking back breaking up again, a second I better get used to
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The circle in a heart is broken, and words so clear, words softly spoken
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And I'd say your name, but every time [?]
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Ghost visions and sympathy, I'm still busy rubbernecking
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Maybe my house was burning, maybe my world sits dead
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Didn't notice you had vanished, I was busy rubbernecking
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Smart eyes and hair like a [?], bright colors and a wild history
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Jealousy it creeps through my veins, tell myself inside out and back again
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Fake a smile 'cause it's gonna take a while
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Grin and bear it every second, I'm still busy rubbernecking
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Maybe my house was burning, maybe my world sits dead
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Didn't notice you had vanished, I was busy rubbernecking
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Maybe my house was burning, maybe my world sits dead
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[?], I was busy rubbernecking
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If you don't belong, then please don't be long
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If you slip away, then I'll look forward to see you [?]
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Rubbernecking
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| The Big Pink |
