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Hey Jupiter
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 I wouldn’t have to be with you
As 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
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you wouldn’t have to keep
With me
Hiding

Yes

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
Nothing’s been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to

Hey jupiter
Nothing’s been the same
So why you say
Now we’re trough
I thought we both could use a friend
To run to
 
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