I hate the stench of coffee on your breath
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And I hate to feel it's warmth against my neck
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And what right do you have to have nightmares about me
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When all I wanted was to sleep
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We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
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We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
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And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick
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Cease, and desist!
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I left your shallow skin and a note on your kitchen sideboard
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It read 'I have left you, please never try to find me'
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This is no existential crisis, just turn your pain into piety
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And I set your alarm clock for 4am the next morning
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We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
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We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
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And if you cease and desist
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This is how you spell
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'HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes and the dreams
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Of a generation of faux-romantics'
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And I'm pleased, I'm pleased
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You walk in from your mother's balcony
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Panda-eyed and freezing cold
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You bury yourself in my chest to warm
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I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions
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And whether it's because of the numbers of hours spent
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Laid face down on my bed listening to white noise
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Or, well, obviously it's not
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I somehow manage to translate them from Braille
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The trails on your skin spoke more to me
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Than the reams and reams of half finished novels
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You'd leave lying all over the place
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And every quotation that'd dribble from your mouth
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Like a final, fatal live journal entry
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I know I am wrong, I am sorry
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We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
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We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
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And if you cease and desist
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This is how you spell
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'HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes and the dreams
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Of a generation of faux-romantics'
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And I'm pleased, I'm pleased
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This Is How You Spell "Hahaha, We Destroyed The Hopes And Dreams Of A Generation Of Faux-Romantics"
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| Los Campesinos! |
