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i hate the taste of my lips
don't you do it too?
i bet you do

i'm desperated for a song to sing
don't you feel it too?
i bet you do

while she's picking flowers at midnight
while he's hiding under the park lights
while they keep it all inside
while you're running out for time

this truth is too simple to explain it again and again
don't you feel it too?