Hold on, there's a hole in my heart
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everyone can see right through me
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it goes all the way to the waves
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where my love she tried to wash it away
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see we break for the summers
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so she can find lovers
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she treats them like a bottle of wine
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they make you dinner
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and they sing you to sleep
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but by the morning find the bottle is empty
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'cause she never gives it the time
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every bottle she finds
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they don't compare
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to the ones she left behind
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there is never a note
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so she waits for me to come back home
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I'm looking for a dead end song
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you wish that smoke
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could change its color
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I love it when you talk so much
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and act like nothing went wrong
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I'm looking for a dead end song
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while we sit and find flaws in everyone
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I want to keep you by my side
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holding off tidal waves
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"mint car" is keeping us warm
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she lays crossed upon the bed
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we are puzzles making shapes
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with our hands
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I take my finger, turn into a pen
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then i run my hand down your spine
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you guess i wrote something profound
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something like:
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"our love will last 'til we die"
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I say "you're good at this game"
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but what I really wrote is
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"how I've yet to be saved"
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Dead End
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