Intro (E A)
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Turn around there's those eyes again.
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Turn around fake indifference and I.
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Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.
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A hundred bodies fill this room.
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And all their faces overdone.
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Pain is foreign, foreign to us.
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I don't even know you.
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You won't even know I'm gone.
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Was it something I did wrong?
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Roses, roses cold.
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Roses, roses sold out.
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Turn around reds and whites again.
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I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.
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Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets.
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Why are some girls so naive?
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He didn't unbutton your blouse to see.
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A better view of your heart.
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Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying.
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I don't even know you.
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You won't even know I'm gone.
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Was it something I did wrong?
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Roses, roses cold.
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Roses, roses sold out.
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Sing it soft.
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Make it slow.
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Apples parachutethe boys back down.
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Fill it up.
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Overflow.
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A new, improved modern way to feel.
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I don't even know you.
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You won't even know I'm gone.
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Was it something I did wrong?
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Was it something I did wrong?
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Was it something I did wrong?