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I was high enough to cross your map
Split your smoke and call you back
Spend a couple weeks unwrapped in your bed
Rapturous reds rapping my head
We wrapped up the dynamite truth
Sang along to crackling fuse
Your name: my favourite excuse
Taught me like that
Caught me like that, singing
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Gotta get you out of my head, my love
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Gotta get you out of my head, my love
But I know you will never get out
You know I would rather write it down
I know you will never get out
You know I would rather write it down
Get out, my
I, grabbing ankles, yanking me down
Only banked on fucking around
Sobbing in your kitchen, fallen in love
Hearts-on-sleeve so off the cuff
You were
Captive to a Patti Smith book
"Chained to The Rhythm," Liz Phair, Kate Bush
Silhouetted along the Spring greys
You were insane!
But I'm the same, singing
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Gotta get you out of my head, my love
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Gotta get you out of my head, my love
But I know you will never get out
You know I would rather write it down
I know you will never get out
You know I would rather write it down
Get out, my love
(Sha-la-la-la la-la la-la la
Sha-la-la-la la-la la-la la
Sha-la-la-la la-la la-la la
Hit me like that, then I let it pass)
It's been years and some time
Could call you once mine
Can't call you back, though
It hit me like that but I've learned...
I've learned
I've learned
I've learned...
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Gotta get you out of my
Gotta get you out of my
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Gotta get you out of my
Gotta get you out of my
(But I know you will never get out
You know I would rather write it down
I know you will never get out
You know I would rather write out)
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Gotta get you out of my head, my love
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Gotta get you out of my head, my love
But I know you will never get out
You know I would rather write it down
I know you will never get out
You know I would rather write it down
Get out, my love
(Van Gogh watched from the window
I knew then what I've always known
Van Gogh watched from the window
I knew then and I've always known)
(I'm still running up that hill
I'm still running up
I'm still running up that hill
I'm still running up)
(Van Gogh watched from the window
I knew then what I've always known
Van Gogh watched from the window
I knew then and I've always known)
(I'm still running up that hill
I'm still running up
I'm still running up that hill
I'm still running, my)
I know I'm thinking, "Fuck you"
But I secretly
I secretly wanna save you
I promise I'll get so rich
I'll storm into that building
Your dingy mess of an apartment
That slum that's no good for you
Where I once tried to
Keep the kitchen clean
Where you sobbed into me
Where you loathed my critique
And I won't have to drag you out
For my riches will persuade
My confidence, which will persuade
You to follow me
Perhaps another city
Buy you some high-end neurotherapy
That I read about years ago
Still think about to this day
Because I still think of you
And all the shit
You pump into your body
Chipping your bullet of a brain
Well
I'm sorry for laughing at you
Rusting the pillars
And crumbling the walls
Of that monster house you've made your home
For reasons I never understood
Thought if I set fire to the house
You'd come running right out
But you stayed
And I stared
I watched you burn
So I can understand
I know how
I know now
I will storm into that building
Your knight in blazing armour
I'll forgive your dragon
And you will be my prince
I'll fashion talismans out of chips on your shoulders
Bond your hands in bandages
I will save you
Save you from yourself
I know you better now
I can love you now
Much deeper than you ever will
I'll be so fucking sorry
And you'll forgive me in the end
And finally the sun will set
And I will return to sleep
Where you don't take the G without me
Where we can sing all these
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
We'll be singing together
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs
We'll duet over every single one