| A girl is a man’s sickness
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| We all know the way it ends
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| No matter how many times we film it
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| The audience thinks
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| They’ve seen it for the first time
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| And things that are pretty
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| Are always kept behind glass
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| And someone like me
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| Someone like me can’t make it last
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| I like you damaged, but I need something left
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| Something for me, something for me to wreck
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| Something for me to wreck
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| You are my sickness
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| We all know the way it ends
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| No matter how we film it
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| The audience thinks
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| That they saw it for the first time
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| Things that are pretty
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| Are always kept behind glass
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| And someone like me
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| Someone like me can’t make it last
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| I like you damaged, but I need something left
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| Something for me, something for me to wreck
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| I like you damaged, but I need something left
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| Something for me, something for me to wreck
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| Something for me to wreck
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| Something for me to wreck
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| My seed would have made new fruit
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| And you could have been a tree
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| I could have cut you down
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| Or just let you be
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| Because things that are pretty
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| Are always kept behind glass
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| And someone like me
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| Someone like me can’t make it last
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| I like you damaged, I like you damaged
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| I like you damaged, I like you damaged
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| I like you damaged, I like you damaged
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| Damaged, I like you damaged |