Every clap tears you up The words hurt and I’m bruising fate
Maybe I’m too predictable
Maybe you were never content
I just want to share every day
Maybe obsess with being obsessed
Sorry I’m so stupid and dumb
Always letting down everyone
When you create your worst fears
And now you paid a million dollars in taste and tears
I wish I could hear you laugh again and kiss your funny faces
I can’t play music anymore
'cause it reminds me of him
The record crates are deep
I got a lot of dusty records to dance to Got a lot of dusty records to dance to Got a lot of dusty records to dance to I was there the first time you saw snow
Thought that it would last forever
Walking in the streets of Amsterdam
With my best friend
Hoping some day we might procreate
A little baby
That kinda look like both of us And try to provide
The soul-less system all gift-wrapped up In a smiley text face
Mutual friend still left behind
Hopefully you’ll become a respectable woman
And accomplish things
And I can’t play music anymore
'cause it reminds me of him
The crates are dusty and deep
I got a lot of records to dance to Got a lot of records to dance to Got a lot of records to dance to Well I was there
I was there
Your clap tears me up Your words hurt like a bruise and fate
Maybe I’m too predictable
And I can’t play music anymore
'cause it reminds me of him
These record crates are deep
Got a lot of dusty records to dance to Got a lot of dusty records to dance to Still got a lot of dusty records to dance to Dusty records to dance to Still got a lot of dusty records to dance to Well I was there
Well I was there
Still got a lot of dusty records to dance to Well I was there

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