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She looked amazing, a fresh cut green I felt like a skater on the prep scene But your big blue eyes, they knocked the sides out I think of heaven, I think of hell So I don't want to know you, I want to know myself These drinks can usually help me settle down But they're not working, and I've lost count Of the times you've sought a fight, scraped my insides dry I think of heaven, I think of hell So I don't want to know you Now we're all but grown and we're all but fine Here's the last goodbye Something that you want Something that you need It's not me I think of heaven I think of hell So I don't want to know you I want to know myself I don't want to know you |