So it was four or five of everything, as you are no good.
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I saw it through the frame and through my face.
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Covering my eyes, because we are nothing,
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and never quite the same from a black and white summer.
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With photographs that showed our rails and razorblades.
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I think it cured my pain, again.
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Promise you will go down my neck.
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Just like those pills and your cigarette.
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So as my fingers curl,
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I move my lips just so you won't have to.
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Damnit you clever girl,
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your style is keeping us from sleep.
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It's one more and I'm free,
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oh we've been so lucky,
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yeah, we've been so likely to lose.
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So give in, let's give in.
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It's all suicide if I hide.
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Because you are everywhere I look and in my skin.
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I taste your neck and lips just from breathing in.
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Let's call it off, kid.
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But through the window you reach for the cold.
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But the door is so much closer,
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and the sun has sold itself to the land
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and all over my skin.
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No! No!
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Stop it, stop him.
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So what, so what, we all were afraid.
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So this I swear I know, it's not the chemicals.
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You are off my mind, I finally got away.
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You said it's such a life to remember,
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so come on, and we'll sleep away December.
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It was you, bringing your white company.
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Oh, bringing the night, so it seemed.
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And we will never sleep again.
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So as you walk through the door,
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and yell, "I'm never coming back here."
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It's over, we are still nothing.
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December
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Lydia |