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[Intro]
(Check one
Uh uh
Lemme tell you how I feel, uh, uh
All the lovers in the club, put your hands up
All the fuckers in the club, put your hands up
Lemme show you how I feel
Bring your heart out
Put the love up
Turn the love up
Put your hands up)

[Verse]
What are we, 'cause I don’t feel at home when I'm at home in your arms
What’s going on with us, will somebody have to ring the alarm?
Wait, sorry, you and me deserve to feel just like this every time
But we don’t 'cause I sweat and you choke
And we’re both feeling stupid for loving each othеr
If I’m lying then honestly that scare mе 'cause I think that it’s real
You’re trying to cheer me up inside because that’s just how you feel
Who’s dying? Me and you deserve to act like we’re at anything else than a funeral: don’t wanna play, wanna joke, wanna laugh, wanna fuck, and kiss after

[Verse]
And I’m a walking disaster
Changed my life for the better but that don’t make it better, yeah
That don’t heal scabs quicker
Clean conscience, clear mind
I could deconstruct myself a million times but that won’t make blood thicker