I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
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You're always made up.
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And I'm sick of your tattoos,
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and the way you always criticize the Smiths... and Morrissey.
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And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
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But when I say let's keep in touch,
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I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
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This is the first song for your mixtape.
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It's short just like your temper,
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but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got to cool...
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I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
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You're always made up.
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And I'm sick of your tattoos, and the way you don't appreciate Brand New or me
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And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
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But when I say let's keep in touch,
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I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up.
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This is the first song for your mixtape.
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It's short just like your temper,
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but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got to cool...
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(yeah, but I wish you were my shadow.) [repeat]
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Mix Tape
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Brand New |