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I got high in your room I wasn’t sure if you wanted to But I laid down and so did you A rush went to my head and something bloomed Something new So cut every tie and break every truce I don’t know why But I’m still thinking of you Cut every tie and break every truce Every time I’m still thinking of you I’m still thinking of you I got high, you told me off You said I looked a little lost Well you were right, you usually are And it’s just like they say The feeling comes in waves In waves We paced your apartment You said with tears in your eyes “What if things don’t get better? It’s this til we die?” And I thought to myself “Well hey, that doesn’t sound bad” I could be back in Massachusetts with my mom and my dad Letras de cancionesI could be back in the basement on the same sofa bed So far deep underground, hell, well I could be dead But I guess I’m still here and I’m thirty years in When you come from New England that’s not a sure thing And I cut every last tie and I broke every truce But still every night I’m still thinking of you I’m still thinking of you I’m still thinking of you From Letras Mania