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Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
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You know that I caught it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
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Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
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You know that I bought it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
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Killing me slow, out the window
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I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
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Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
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What doesn't kill me makes me want you more
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And it's new, the shape of your body
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It's blue, the feeling I've got
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And it's ooh, whoa-oh
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It's a cruel summer
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"It's cool, " that's what I tell 'em
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No rules in breakable heaven
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But ooh, whoa-oh
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It's a cruel summer with you (yeah, yeah)
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Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
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I'm not dying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
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You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times
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We're not trying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
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So cut the headlights, summer's a knife
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I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone
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Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
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And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know, oh
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It's new, the shape of your body
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It's blue, the feeling I've got
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And it's ooh, whoa-oh
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It's a cruel summer
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"It's cool, " that's what I tell 'em
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No rules in breakable heaven
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But ooh, whoa-oh
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It's a cruel summer with you
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I'm drunk in the back of the car
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And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)
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Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true
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I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
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And I snuck in through the garden gate
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Every night that summer, just to seal my fate (oh)
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And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth
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I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
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He looks up, grinnin' like a devil
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It's new, the shape of your body
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It's blue, the feeling I've got
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And it's ooh, whoa-oh
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It's a cruel summer
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"It's cool, " that's what I tell 'em
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No rules in breakable heaven
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But ooh, whoa-oh
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It's a cruel summer with you
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I'm drunk in the back of the car
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And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)
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Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true
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I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
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And I snuck in through the garden gate
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Every night that summer, just to seal my fate (oh)
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And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth
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I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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