Hunched over a microphone,
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You're whispering and I moan,
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Hardly moving, one toe tapping.
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In a hushed tone and eyes turned low,
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While the space you take up grows,
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I grow weak and my heart's collapsing.
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Yeah I look at you, you look like shit,
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But that's got nothing to do with it,
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You open your mouth and a god comes out.
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I look at you, you look like shit,
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But that's got nothing to do with it,
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You open your mouth and a god comes out.
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It's two forty-five in the morning,
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Being lonely just gets boring,
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It's too late now to get wasted.
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Yeah It's two forty-five in the morning,
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Being lonely just gets boring,
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It's too late now to get wasted.
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I look at you, you look like shit,
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But that's got nothing to do with it,
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You open your mouth and a god comes out.
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I look at you, you look like shit,
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But that's got nothing to do with it,
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You open your mouth and a god comes out.
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I'm in my room and all alone
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You're turned up loud there's no-one home,
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You're faceless and my eyes are closed.
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I'm in my room and all alone
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You're turned up loud there's no-one home,
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You're faceless and my eyes are closed.
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I look at you, you look like shit,
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But that's got nothing to do with it,
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You open your mouth and a god comes out.
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Yeah I look at you, you look like shit,
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But that's got nothing to do with it,
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You open your mouth and a god comes out.
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Look Like Shit
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| Lauren Hoffman |
