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Shorthanded prophecy
A nickname for everything
Hang up the phone and wonder
How hot do you burn for me?
You shiver in the shade
Watching me up on stage
Thinking I turned the page
I came of age, I love my cage I hide

You will listen now, you're in the backseat
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Carving your way out, muffle the heartbeat
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You lie to yourself, walk down a dark street
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I think about you, you think about me

Our love is third degree
Our love's a broken key
Our love is stuck in the
Back door of my faded memory
I like the way you sound Stupid but so profound
We stood on dirty ground
Stars all around, scuffed up, spellbound
We hide

You would listen then, sat in the backseat
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Sinking deeper in, tap out the heartbeat
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Lying to yourself, light up a dark street
Hide
I thought about you, you thought about me

I tell a long story
Tell everyone everything
Hang up the phone and wonder
How hot do you burn for me?
I shiver in the shade
Watching a narrow gauge
Assume you turned the page
You came of age, you love your cage
You hide

You will listen now, you're in the backseat
Hide
Carving your way out, muffle the heartbeat
Hide
You lie to yourself, walk down a dark street
Hide
I think about you, you think about me