Where did the people go?
My hands are empty
You're not the answer I should know
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
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we're under the sheets and you're killin me
In our house made of paper, and you're words all over me
We're under the sheets and your killin' me
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
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