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I can't think without being nausea's yeah
The sheets are stained with our conscience
And I can't get them out even if I washed them
For this feeling I may have been the one who caused it
And those clouds we breathing into the light
They rained on us heavy that night
Should've flown lower as your lover
And higher as your friend
Now I understand
(Hey, what you doing over there, I'm sorry, what? I can't hear you)
Yellow pack in the front seat
Cigarette in my mouth
Haven't slept in weeks
So I guess I'll have this drink
Baby I'm sorry you know it
Didn't mean to let your heart down
Guess I'm not the boy I was saying
The one you heard around town
And if you know, you know
But if you go, you go
Whatever
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