You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
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You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
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Forget all those places that you've never really been
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And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
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Let your body sink into me
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Like your favorite memory
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Like a line of poetry
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Or a fucking fit of honesty
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I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
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With my old watch on your wrist
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And my thumbs inside your mouth
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Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
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So your boyfriend has no clue
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Of how much I've been touching you
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My problem with me is my problem with you
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It doesn't take much
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For me to come unglued
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I put my headphones on
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And hear your favorite songs
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And it kills me to know
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That this won't be one of them
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You know it saves me to think even for a little while
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I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on
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Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear
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I almost didn't make it
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This has been my hardest year
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Your job is killing you faster than a cancer could
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So now you're giving up like they always said you would
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You've got that old map out now and you found the farthest town
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You hope that if you're lucky this is where you'll settle down
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I don't care where you move I don't care if it's far
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All that I ask is that I know where you are
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In case our timing is right
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In case you need more from me
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Than a bit of advice
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Or a tongue full of sympathy
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You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
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You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
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Forget all those places that you've never really been
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And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
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Let your body sink into me
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Like your favorite memory
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Like a line of poetry
|
Or a fucking fit of honesty
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I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
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With my old watch on your wrist
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And my thumbs inside your mouth
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Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
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So my girlfriend has no clue
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Of how much I've been touching you
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Something To Do With My Hands
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Her Space Holiday |