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Idling Somewhere
Jane Remover
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He can't stop watching me
I dance, I dance, I dance
On the floor, claw marks - and the back of my dress
He tucks his hands underneath
He makes a fist, he moves it around
And he walks
Tip the crown, know it's wrong, but I had nowhere to start
Half a mind, half a brain, but just enough so it's hard
Watch me down, know I'm bad, I always get what I want (what I want)
Felt it coming off me, losing grip of his arm
Passed his knuckles and I asked to turn the pain up a notch
Hid my covet in the dirt, and I deserve it after all (all, all)
Up and down on a mandolin, in a language we understand
I drilled that hole in my head, I've never felt so ashamed
How to eat myself alive, you taught me everything
Tip the crown, know it's wrong, but I had nowhere to start
Half a mind, half a brain, but just enough so it's hard
Watch me down, know I'm bad, I always get what I want
Felt it coming off me, losing grip of his arm
Passed his knuckles and I asked to turn the pain up a notch
Don't leave it on
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He can't stop watching me
I dance, I dance, I dance
On the floor, claw marks and the back of my dress
He tucks his hands underneath
He makes a fist, he moves it around
And he walks, he walks
I wring the water out the towel
But don't get too close
I crashed the car, I saw an angel, and he watched me burn
With every step, I'm trying
Pry my jaw open at the ends
Didn't touch the sink in two days
Said, Are you proud of me, babe?
Are you proud of me, boy?
Are you proud of me, baby?
Ahh, are you proud of me, baby?
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I had a dream all my teeth fell out sleeping next to you
I had a dream all my hair fell out sleeping next to you
I had a dream I sunk into your bed, trails left behind
I'm covered in him and I'm scared this is all it'll be
You play Jane, she stares real hard at the hole in your mouth
She sings along, you don't even know who the song's about
Is it true only tourists go to clubs in Miami?
And if you find out, never break your promise to take me there
And I cried, God, I'm so tired of being young
I had the time, now I just want to be the same
In a video of my corpse online - tampered
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Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
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