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Indie rock, left marinating overnight, tenderized, grilled rare, and served with a garnish of lemon slice and parsley over a bed of wild rice

lyrics

I won't go.
I won't go.
I won't go.
I'll be your hand to hold.
So don't show it 'cause I
don't want to know it.
We all got things that keep us up at night
you won't share yours and I won't share mine.

I don't know you.
I don't know you at all.

Who the hell are you?

Then I told
Then I told
Then I told
I told you everything.
A soft "oh."
A door closed.
..."oh."

I don't know you.
I don't know you at all.

Who the hell are you?

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released 16 August 2014

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