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Lyrics: yeah yeah yeahs. Show Your Bones. Dudley.

Hot cold season gonna sink in my sweat
No one isn't ever gonna make it there yet
If you can't even cope with it then, then you'll pass me by
And you'll take it well over and make it mine

Fast slow living is a-holding me back
Wishing that my baby never told me that
I can't even cope to make it last then you'll pass me by
And you'll take it well over and make it mine

Then you want it a, want it a, want it again
Then you want it a, want it a, want it again
Then you want it a, want it a, want it again
Then you want it a, want it a, want it again

My dear, you've been used, I'm breaking the news
Well love nearly beat us, I'm thinking like you
Well I'm thinking of you, well love follows near us
Can love really steer us? Oh can it be true? Oh can it be true?

I've lost all reason from playing your games
Better quit staring 'cause you're looking the same
I can't even cope to make a change then you'll pass me by
And you'll take it well over and make it mine

Use me up, use me up
Taper off and I'm had