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Ribs - Lorde
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The drink you spilled all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mum and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy getting old
We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good, how you wish it would be all the time.
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary getting old
I want them back
The minds we had
How all the thoughts
Moved round our heads
I want them back
The minds we had
It's not enough to feel the lack.
You're the only friend I need
Sharing beds like little kids
We laugh until our ribs get tough
But that will never be enough
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