Your tongue is sharp
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But I miss the taste of it
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You say time heals
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There's not enough of it
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The lessons are too cruel to keep
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To lock the door to hide the key
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To hear you cast a spell so sweet
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To still have hours left to sleep
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Your fear is crowdin'
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And there is still
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No place for someone
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Like me to fill
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Don't know about luck
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But I know the lack of it
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Don't know about luck
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But I'm losing track of it
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The lessons are too cruel to keep
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To lock the door to go to sleep
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I know that time until it kills
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You're giving me the chills
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Your fear is crowdin'
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And there is still
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No place for someone
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Like me to fill
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(Your fear is crowdin')
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(And there is still)
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The lessons are too cruel to keep
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To lock the door to hide the key
|
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(No place for someone)
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(Like me to fill)
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To hear you cast a spell so sweet
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And still have hours left to sleep
|
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(Your fear is crowdin')
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(And there is still)
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The lessons are too cruel to keep
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to lock the door to go to sleep
|
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(No place for someone)
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(Like me to fill)
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I know that time until it kills
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You're giving me the chills
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I know that time until it kills
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You're giving me the chills
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You're giving me the chills
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You're giving me the chills
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The Chills
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| Peter Bjorn And John |
