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She'd rather repair her face with the lights turned off
The door wide open in an empty house
The frozen minutes are melting slow as she watches from the window.
The street light's flickering like a tongue
They can't stop licking like the cat that caught the cream, She's never gonna be,
She's never gonna be quite satisfied.
Just like a hundred dolllar bill,
Fold it up and tear it at the crease.
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see.
Every burden has a version and somebody else.
She smokes her smokes outside to avoid the fight
She'd rather be enjoying the silent stillness of the suburbs after midnight,
What's the point?
Don't try to hide
Don't justify a thing
She's so naive to think she'd be capable
Like the cat that caught the cream she's never gonna be quite satisfied.
Just like a hundred dolllar bill,
Fold it up and tear it at the crease.
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see.
Just like a hundred dolllar bill,
Fold it up and tear it at the crease.
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see.
This will be the last time,
Behind your eyes
Behind your hair
This will be the last time.
Just like a hundred dolllar bill,
Fold it up and tear it at the crease.
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see.
Just like a hundred dolllar bill,
Fold it up and tear it at the crease.
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see.
This will be the last time,
Behind your eyes
Behind your hair
This will be the last time.
There's one last chance to say goodbye.