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We are kindred spirits
Haunting your basement when you're all alone
And the lights are all off
We are growing trees
You grow tall and beautiful
While I stay small in your shade
We are a pair of missmatched socks
Sitting in the back of a drawer
Somewhere in Tyler Durden's bedroom
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I wish every girl was more like you
But then I'd fall in love
With every single girl I ever knew
So I'm glad that you are you
But not so much that I am me
Because I am not your boyfriend
And to be honest that feels really shitty
We are spinning tops
At the end of Inception
Always spinning, never touching,
never getting too close to each other
I'm so fucking special
I'm different, I'm unique
I'm one in a million, but we are the same
To old to be silent, too young to speak
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I can't count how many times
you've made me weak in the knees
I can't count how many times
You've haunted my wildest daydreams
You take my breath away every time
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