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No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist
She's ready to confess
All the things that I never thought
That she could feel and
Hey Jupiter
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay, are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to, and I thought you'd see with me
You wouldn't have to be something new
Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my heart's soaking wet
Boy your boots can leave a mess
Hey Jupiter
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay, are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to, and I thought I wouldn't have to keep
With you, hiding
Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab, for a girl
Who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath
And I thought I wouldn't have to be with you
A magazine
No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel
Hey Jupiter... |
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