I like your hair
but they're pulling it out from the furniture
You left the lake on a lighter note
but I could tell you were crying home
I felt different lying on the sand
while you washed out
You pulled my foot to let the water rush
around my chest
I'll hold your hair
but you're throwing up all on the furniture
You pulled my shirt off alone again
but I could tell you were caving in

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