You said you wanted someone just like me
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you let me read it in your diary
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I'd like to write this out of history
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it was an awkward patch
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I had an itch to scratch
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We spent the summer kissing
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in a basement room
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learning all the rules
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you made them up as you went along
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and then your passion cooled
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you really had me fooled
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I'm not gonna be around
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you better write this down
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I'm gonna leave without a sound
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you better write this down
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I didn't really need to hear the facts
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but you know me I couldn't help but ask
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and now you're telling me I need to relax
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I chose the warmest day
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to rain on your parade
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I learned to love the sickly sweet
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in order to meet
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all of my body's needs
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you swore to keep me in your nest
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how could you tell a lie
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about the birth of a child?
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I won't always be around...
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day by day we assemble it all
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and then we tear it away
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Stealing post-punk posters
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from your sister's room
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(you opened your diary
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I wish you'd never shown me)
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Gossamer voices rising from speakers
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in a prefabricated plume
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Here's an entry for your diary:
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dictation - are you ready?
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I'm not gonna be around
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you better write this down
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I'm gonna leave without a sound
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you better write this down
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Write This Down
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| Maximo Park |
