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Song Lyrics
I felt you in the morning in the kitchen
And it spooked me 'cause you weren't there
Thought I heard you, so I stopped and really listened
You said something, something, something, wasn't fair.
So I stop and fill the gaps
I'm sorry, but I have to ask if you could do me just a little favor
Or return it later, promise not to laugh
I talk to you, you don't talk back
Because you're a figment of imagination
Man fucking hate it.
You don't know, even half of what you're missing
Cool now, if you even care (cool if you even f-ing care)
Do you remember all the shit I broke all, well I fixed it
Kick your shoes off, go leave 'em by the stairs
But you don't.
So I stop and fill the gaps
I'm sorry, but I have to ask if you could do me just a little favor
Tell me I'm no failure, promise not to laugh
I've got it wrong, let's run it back
Don't be a figment of my imagination
But you are and I fucking hate it.
Oh, oh...
Is it me or is it so hot?
Oh, oh...
Is it time to take our clothes off?
Oh, oh...
And is it wrong I'm thinking thinking this thought?
Oh, oh...
Well I felt you in the morning in the kitchen
But you were unaware.
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