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Who hurt you, sad boy?
There's a dark cloud above your head
Who hurt you, sad boy?
You act like you're already dead
But you think too much
Yeah, you think too much
Who hurt you, fashion boy?
There's a dark cloud above your head
Who hurt you, sad boy?
You act like you're already dead
But you think too much
Probably drink too much
Bathe in that blue light, baby
'Cause here comes the night
Your truest friend
I was waiting
Waiting for anything to happen
Waiting for love
I was just waiting for this not to hurt
I was waiting
Waiting for anything to happen
Waiting for love
I was just waiting for this not to hurt
I was waiting
Waiting for anything to happen
Waiting for love
I was just waiting for this not to hurt
I was waiting
Waiting for anything to happen
Waiting for love
I was just waiting for this not to hurt
(Get your hands off of me!)
(Just let me go!)
(You do not control me!)
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