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Sweeten everybody 'til I don't have any life of my own
I've got no bones
You've got no reason to be jealous now
I can still remember in the moments when you got me alone;
The way I'd flinch
The way you'd recognise that old familiar sting
And now you know

That nothing ever happens at all
Expect, of course, I'm listening to talkative walls
And with the same old mask that I've been using to score
Everytime I spend all my midnights thinking 'bout the
View from the top of the wall
Even though I never really liked it at all
I give a fuck so much and then I find it bizzare
Everytime I listen to what my walls say

Meet you outside in the lobby
You start to dispel every muumuu and poncho I took for myself
Your sweetness and honesty honestly makes me see somebody else
Not the rumours I told to myself

And now you know

Nothing ever happens at all
Expect, of course, I'm listening to talkative walls
And with the same old mask that I've been using to score
Everytime I spend all my midnights thinking 'bout the
View from the top of the wall
Even though I never really liked it at all
I give a fuck so much and then I find it bizzare
Everytime I listen to what my walls say

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from Wintertape 6: "I Don't See Your Name On It", released December 26, 2017

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