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She blows dandelions in a darkened field,
and hopes that above everything that she's concealed

It's quarter past six and I'm still here,
with you on the screen and it's still unclear
We thought it'd be easy but it wasn't
enough, and now I'm looking at you from above
I definitely think that you felt smug
Even though it wasn't my luck
Your eyes were red they'd created disaster
It was in part due to the laughter

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And don't you know, I'm not coming over to yours
'Cause no one's home - the butler's on his summer break
And don't you know, I'm not playing your games
Was it something I said or someone else

She blows dandelions in a darkened field,
and hopes that above everything that she's concealed

I called out your name with all the
joys while you were playing with your toys
You looked at me and you glanced
right back, as if it was a passive attack
Everything's an influence
You think it's so, it's ignorance
You're moving to an imitation
And now I think it's just for stimulation

And don't you know, I'm not coming over to yours
'Cause no one's home - the butler's on his summer break
And don't you know, I'm not playing your games
Was it something I said or someone else

I feel like we could have gone real
far if you'd smiled and played your part
I tried my hardest but it wasn't
enough and now it's shown, shown to be rough
It's quarter past twelve and I'm not
here thinking of the times we had last year
And I wish I'd forget all the things you said
But now I'm lying awake in bed

And don't you know, I'm not coming over to yours
'Cause no one's home - the butler's on his summer break
And don't you know, I'm not playing your games
Was it something I said or someone else

She blows dandelions in a darkened field,
and hopes that above everything that she's concealed

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