You win
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I quit
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I'm certain you let my hands
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Wander your hips
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Just to leave me
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Desperate now
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I remember your thread thin arms
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I remember your hands
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And how easily
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It seemed to me
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That they could rip me open
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Baby, I'm falling away
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Baby, I'm falling away
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Wasted my Septembers
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With you stuck up in my head
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Raced the days closed
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In the hopes that the mornings would swell again
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Don't offer me rewards
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That's a weight that I don't need
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I've seen stronger men draped over your shoulder
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So filled with praises
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Too drunk to leave
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Baby, I'm falling away
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Baby, I'm falling away
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You were always good at putting words together
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About how you always liked me better
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When I never came around
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You were always good at putting words together
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And wearing them so loud
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And wearing them so loud
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You were always good at putting words together
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About how you always liked me better
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When I never came around
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You were always good at putting words together
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And wearing them so loud
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And wearing them so loud
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Loud
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Matt Nathanson |