| It’s not my place to speak of these things
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| I know it’s bad luck and curses it brings
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| But it’s impossible for me to avoid
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| The boy you once loved, I think I have destroyed
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| And I really should just let it go
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| It’s clearly out of my control
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| I should be cold, I should be detached
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| Oh, but you would never fall for that
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| Are you still in love with the sound of your voice?
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| It floats all around and above all the noise
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| And then it grows fingers and scratches my skin
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| And plucks at my heartstrings till I let you in
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| I guess all is forgotten and nothing’s forgiven
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| I know what you’re holding and I know where it’s hidden
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| It’s somewhere back in your memory
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| There’s a younger, prettier version of me
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| That’s the message I want to transmit
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| That’s the boy I want you to go home with
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| Oh we’ve come all this way to forget where we are
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| We’ll stumble around underneath all the stars
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| I’d write you love letters, but the light is too dim
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| I walk you through places we’ve already been
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| Are you still in love?
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| Are you still in love with me?
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| I am still in love
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| Are you still in love with me?
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| I guess all is forgotten and nothings forgiven
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| I know what you’re holding and I know where it’s hidden
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| Somewhere back in your memory
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| There’s a younger, prettier version of me
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| Yes I’m still in love
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| With the sound of your voice
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| It floats all around and above all this noise
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| And then it grows fingers and scratches my skin
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| And plucks at my heartstrings till I let you in
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| Yes I’m still in love
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| Are you still in love with me?
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| Yes I’m still in love
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| Are you still in love with me?
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| I guess all is forgotten and nothing’s forgiven
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| I know what you’re holding and I know where it’s hidden
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| Somewhere back in your memory
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| There’s a younger, prettier version of me
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| That’s the message I want to transmit
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| That’s the boy I want you to go home with |