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Troublemaker
It's late, we turn the TV offIt's old, makes the sound of a salt-shakerYou want to build fires on hot daysFeel the coolness of my gazeI'm a troublemakerThree years in and I call to crush what remains of this loveOn a cold morning of you arrivingI was struggling for survivalIt's late, we turn the TV offIt's old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker, a windbreakerYou want to build fires on hot daysFeel the coolness of my gazeI'm a troublemakerThree years in and I call to crush what remains of this loveIt's going to be one hell of a year.Keeping secrets in water tight compartments, DearIt's giving me the fearI fall down like a tonne of bricksWhat makes me sick won't make me quitI fall down like a tonne of bricksWhat makes me sick won't make me quitI knew what you were talking aboutI knew what you were talking aboutI knew what you were talking aboutI knew what you were talking about
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