| I think I might hate you
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| How can that be true?
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| Like a photograph of a super moon
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| Never holds up to the ones I show it to
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| And I guess that I hate that, too
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| But I’d rather halve my time
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| Yeah, I’d rather halve my time
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| Yeah, I’d rather halve my time
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| By two
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| Than to lose you
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| (There's someone else walking around)
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| (There's someone else walking around)
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| So I’ll do my best to remember you
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| And I don’t know how that’s true
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| Like a photograph of a super moon
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| It never holds up to the ones I show it to
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| And I’d rather halve my time
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| Yeah, I’d rather halve my time
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| Yeah, I’d rather halve my time
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| By two
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| Than to lose you
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| 'Cause there’s someone else walking around
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| Yeah, there’s someone else walking around
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| Yeah, there’s someone else walking around
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| Yeah, there’s someone else walking around
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| And they’re using your body
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| And I’d rather halve my time
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| Yeah, I’d rather halve my time
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| Yeah, I’d rather halve my time
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| By two
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| Than to lose you
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| And there’s someone else walking around
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| And they’re using your body
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| And there’s someone else walking around
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| And they’re using your body
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| And there’s someone else walking around
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| And they’re using your body
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| And there’s someone else walking around
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| And they’re using your body |