This is morning
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That's when I spend the most time
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Thinking 'bout what I've given up
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This is a warning
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When you start the day just to close the curtains
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You're thinking 'bout what I've given up
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Where are you now?
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As I'm swimming through the stereo
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I'm writing you a symphony of sound
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Where are you now?
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As I rearrange the songs again
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This mix could burn a hole in anyone
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But it was you I was thinking of
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It was you I was thinking of
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It was you I was thinking of
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I read your letter
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The one you left when you broke into my house
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I'm retracing every step you made
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And you said you meant it
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And there's a piece of me in every single
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Second of every single day
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But if it's true then tell me how it got this way
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Where are you now?
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As I'm swimming through the stereo
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I'm writing you a symphony of sound
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Where are you now?
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As I rearrange the songs again
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This mix could burn a hole in anyone
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But it was you I was thinking of
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It was you I was thinking of
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And I can't get to you
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I can't get to you
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I can't get to you
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you, you
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Where are you now?
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As I'm swimming through the stereo
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I conduct a symphony of sound
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Where are you now?
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As I'm cutting through you track by track
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I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
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But it was you I was thinking of
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It was you I was thinking of
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Where are you now?(you now)
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Where are you now?(where are you now?)
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And this is my mixed tape for her
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It's like I wrote every note
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With my own fingers
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Mixed Tape
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| Jack's Mannequin |
