If I've got black under my eyes, if I look like sh*t
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If everything seems blurry, like in a bad dream
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When you're not here, I guess I do stupid stuff
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If I still talk about us two, if I talk in the plural
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It's 'cause 'us' was better than a lonely, cruel 'me'
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When I say I'm better without you
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Don't believe me, I'm talking sh*t
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And your hand tightens in mine
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And then nothing else, anyway where does it lead
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It's nothing but smoke and mirrors
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If I've got bags under my eyes and my voice cracks
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It's 'cause the nights are too short, replaying our fights
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No more thinking, just doing stupid stuff
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If by chance you get long-ass messages
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Tell yourself it's not me, it's my hands talking
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Maybe it's better like that
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It's fake it's beautiful but it's nonsense
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And your hand tightens in mine
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And then nothing else, anyway where does it lead
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It's nothing but smoke and mirrors
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Never serious, yeah it's nonsense
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And your hand tightens in mine
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And then nothing else, anyway where does it lead
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It's nothing but smoke and mirrors
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Never serious, yeah it's nonsense
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I don't know what we're waiting for, I find it unhealthy
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This shaky story where nothing's certain
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But it's true it was good
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When shadow puppets danced under the sheets
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Drew bodies that didn't lie
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And then there's your scent mixed with mine
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The hope of morning, of a never-ending story
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It's true I'd like that
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Then the door opens, one last refrain
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And running my fingers through your brown hair
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It's true I'd like that
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And your hand tightens in mine
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And then nothing else, anyway where does it lead
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It's nothing but smoke and mirrors
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Never serious yeah it's nonsense
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Yeah it's nonsense
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Yeah it's nonsense
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Never serious yeah it's nonsense
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Never serious yeah it's nonsense