Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind,
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Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes,
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I lost your presence underneath the bridge
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Lock the door, let's talk it out,
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Against the wall, hands on my mouth,
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Could this be it, is it really over now?
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You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants,
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You played your songs and danced your dance,
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I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet
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Nine to eleven you're getting weak,
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The tile is cold, I can barely speak,
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And I think she's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping
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If you say no, then no it will be,
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I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings,
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Just play it cool yeah, and try avoid being seen
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I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for nothing
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Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun,
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Along in the sign, the hours, the subscribing one by one,
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And I fell so fast in Seth Ott's bedroom,
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You said you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing,
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Your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet,
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Don't worry about, don't worry about anything
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A pity invitation to an awkward house,
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For pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse,
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I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time
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My curly hair and a voting booth,
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Confessingly, this is the first time I've loved you,
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And God I mean, God I mean it, I hope that I mean it
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'Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me,
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Well don't stop calling, you're the reason I love losing sleep,
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And the building collapse, we'll shop one for something
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I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for something
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Besides, don't release me until it's over
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And besides, you can't believe without bleeding
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And besides, you can't believe without bleeding
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Colly Strings
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| Manchester Orchestra |
