I'll paint my face on the wall in your bedroom.
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I would say anything if it would make you happy.
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I'm tripping acid while you're tripping mushrooms.
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I'm falling through the floors and walking on the ceiling.
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I'll paint my face on a wall in your bedroom.
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I'm stabbing at the thoughts only to see what's bleeding
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While I'm tripping acid and you're tripping mushrooms.
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The walls are black and moving, but you tell them I'm happy.
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And we both know where this is going to lead to.
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Yeah, we both know where this is going to lead to.
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And I'd fight your boyfriend if you thought I had to
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'Cause we both know where this is going to lead to.
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Put your poems inspired by true love
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I would say anything if it would make you happy.
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I'd sing you songs until you said 'enough'.
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I'm falling through the floors and walking on the ceiling.
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I'd fight your boyfriend; I would try to be tough.
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I'm stabbing at the thoughts only to see whats bleeding
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And I'd sing you songs until you said 'enough'.
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The walls are black; they're moving in,
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But you can tell them I'm happy.
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And we both know where this is going to lead to.
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Yeah, we both know where this is going to lead to.
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And I'd fight your boyfriend if you thought I had to
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'Cause we both know where this is going to lead to.
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