| You’re an angel, I’m a mess
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| Darling, I’ve got nothing left
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| The skin I wore when we first met
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| Surely has by now been shed
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| And I’ll paper over what I lack
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| I’ll fill in the pores and cracks
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| I hope whatever you were running from
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| Didn’t catch you when you thought that you were gone
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| And I crossed another border
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| Further from home for the third time this week
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| And I wish I had the intelligence or identification to buy a phone
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| I’d give anything to hear you speak
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| Say something sweet
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| Say something nice to me
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| Then throw me in the fucking river
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| I’ll feed something if I drown
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| Throw me in the fucking river
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| I am already in the process of getting chewed up and spat out
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| Like when we held hands in the front seat of the car
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| When we fucked in New Year’s Park
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| Thought that I would feel whole, thought that I would feel free
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| Least you thought I had a soul, least you fucking noticed me
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| This morning I’ll walk north on Main Street
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| Towards the temples, feel the sun’s heat
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| And I’ll know whatever happens, my conscience will be clear
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| Even if I let these thoughts I have puff up in smoke and disappear
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| Say something sweet
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| Say something nice to me
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| Then throw me in the fucking river
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| I’ll feed something if I drown
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| Throw me in the fucking river
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| I am already in the process of getting chewed up and spat out
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| Then throw me in the fucking river
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| I’ll feed something if I drown
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| Throw me in the fucking river
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| I am already in the process of getting chewed up and spat out
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| And I miss what we were so much right now
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| I fucking miss what we were so much right now |