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I'd say that this is the darkest song I ever wrote |
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No hint of a smile or the usual quirky anecdote |
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No this is a song about someone knew what not to say, what not to do |
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So now I think I'll just be honest. |
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I hope that no one ever leaves |
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Cos I don't wanna be alone with me |
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Not with the things that rush up and down this symphonous spine |
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Here comes the love anxiety, can't let it grab a hold of me, not after last time |
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Why do you have to wear skirts and heels like that? |
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She's blinding anyway but now she's floodlighting up the match. |
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Well it's 20 minutes 'til showtime, |
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but the backstage is the stage tonight, |
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so now, |
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I think I'll just be honest. |
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I hope that no one ever leaves, |
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'cause I don't wanna be alone with me, |
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not with the things that rush up and down this symphonous smile. |
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Here comes the love anxiety, |
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can't let it grab a hold of me, |
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not like the last time. |
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Here comes the love anxiety, |
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it's gonna grab a hold of me, |
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just like the last time |
