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But my hands don't work; they're more like feet
And the wake-up call, "go back to sleep"
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But the phone won't ring when I'm on the street
And the heart won't beat when I'm half asleep
Somebody's texting me to be my girl
Constantly texting me to be my girl
But the text won't take away nights that creep
And my mouth won't move when I'm in too deep