Idea of Her

Can't get your name past my lips like a slur
 And I think I'm in love with the idea of her
 Lie in the morning aurora
 What time is it in California?
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 Throwing up brains through my mouth
 Yeah, I'm thinkin' out loud things we won't talk about
 Remember the time that we snuck in her house?
 They don't want me around
 But I can't get your name past my lips like a slur
 And I think I'm in love with the idea of her
 Cried like annoying cicada
 What time is it in California?
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 GMT minus eight and I'm stayin' up late
 With your face in my head like a drone
 If I don't want anyone, then why do I feel so alone?
 I'll reach out if you don't
 'Cause I can't get your name past my lips like a slur
 And I think I'm in lovе with the idea of her
 Lie in the morning aurora
 What time is it in California?
 Can't get your name past my lips like a slur
 And I think I'm in love with the idea of her
 Cried like annoying cicada
 What time is it in California?
 
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