[Verse 1]
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You left your typewriter at my apartment
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Straight from the tortured poets department
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I think some things I never say
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Like, “Who uses typewriters anyway?”
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But youre in self-sabotage mode
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Throwing spikes down on the road
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But Ive seen this episode and still loved the show
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Who else decodes you?
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[Chorus]
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And whos gonna hold you like me?
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And whos gonna know you, if not me?
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I laughed in your face and said
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“Youre not Dylan Thomas, Im not Patti Smith
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This aint the Chelsea Hotel, werе modern idiots”
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And whos gonna hold you like me?
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[Post-Chorus]
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Nobody
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No-fucking-body
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Nobody
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[Verse 2]
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You smokеd, then ate seven bars of chocolate
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We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
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I scratch your head, you fall asleep
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Like a tattooed golden retriever
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But you awaken with dread
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Pounding nails in your head
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But Ive read this one where you come undone
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I chose this cyclone with you
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[Chorus]
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And whos gonna hold you like me?
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(Whos gonna hold you? Whos gonna hold you?)
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And whos gonna know you like me?
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(Whos gonna know you?)
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I laughed in your face and said
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“Youre not Dylan Thomas, Im not Patti Smith
~#**************#~
This aint the Chelsea Hotel, were modern idiots”
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And whos gonna hold you like me?
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(Whos gonna hold you? Whos gonna hold you?)
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[Post-Chorus]
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No-fucking-body
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(Whos gonna hold you? Whos gonna hold you?)
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Nobody
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(Whos gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)
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Nobody
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[Bridge]
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Sometimes, I wonder if youre gonna screw this up with me
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But you told Lucy youd kill yourself if I ever leave
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And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
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Everyone we know understands why its meant to be
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‘Cause were crazy
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So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
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At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
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And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
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And thats the closest Ive come to my heart exploding
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[Chorus]
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Whos gonna hold you? (Who?)
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Me
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Whos gonna know you? (Who?)
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Me
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And youre not Dylan Thomas, Im not Patti Smith
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This aint the Chelsea Hotel, were two idiots
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Whos gonna hold you?
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[Post-Chorus]
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Whos gonna hold you?
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Whos gonna hold you?
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Whos gonna hold you?
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Whos gonna hold you?
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Whos gonna hold you?
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Whos gonna hold you?
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Whos gonna hold you?
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Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
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[Outro]
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You left your typewriter at my apartment
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Straight from the tortured poets department
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Who else decodes you?
