Everybody wants to know
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If we fucked on the bathroom sink
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How your hands felt in my hair
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If we were high on amphetamines
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And everybody wants to hear
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How we chainsmoked until three
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And how you laughed when you said my name
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And how you gripped my hips so mean
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We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
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But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
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We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
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But the ending is the same every damn time
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They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange
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But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything, anything
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And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage
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But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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You know you’re supposed to keep it
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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You know you’re supposed to keep it
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But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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Everybody’s waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
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Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me
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And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
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They know you walk like you’re a God, they can’t believe I made you weak
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We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
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But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
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We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
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But the ending is the same every damn time
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They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange
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But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything, anything
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And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage
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But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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You know you’re supposed to keep it
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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You know you’re supposed to keep it
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But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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These days I can’t seem to get along with anyone
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Get by with anyone
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These days I can’t seem to make this right
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Well, is this fine? |
Will it be alright?
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They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange
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But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything, anything
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And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage
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But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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You know you’re supposed to keep it
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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That’s the beauty of a secret
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You know you’re supposed to keep it
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But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything |