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The Wombats
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White Eyes
I don't know how to deal with these New York City blues
It's not much of a weekend
When there's one of me and all of you
I'm somewhere in the hotel
I'm scrambling in the dark
But you turned on the sprinklers
And now I think I'm in a waterpark
You bleach my heart, you do
My white eyes don't care about the opening lines
No matter how hard I try
I need you the most, I need you the most
I slipped and missed, a kink in the arithmetic
But baby, who you going home with?
I need you the most
I need you the most
Sometimes I feel the tension, you're the coldest form of warm
It's hard to keep my chin up
When my guts are lying on the floor
I let you chew the red parts
And eat my mind like a cake
Eleven times round the block
And you're the only drugs I wanna take
You clean my heart, you do
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My white eyes don't care about the opening lines
No matter how hard I try
I need you the most, I need you the most
I slipped and missed, a flaw in the arithmetic
But baby, who you going home with?
I need you the most
I need you the most
I need you the most
You clean my heart, you do
But still it twists like a Rubik cube
You, you turn the oceans into streams
You, you take in the best, the best of me
My white eyes don't care about the opening lines
No matter how hard I try
I need you the most
I need you the most
I slipped and missed, a flaw in the arithmetic
But baby, who you going home with?
I need you the most
I need you the most
I need you the most
I need you the most
I need you the most
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