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Turnover – Cutting My Fingers Off lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I found a picture that we took when we brought in the new year
It's hard to see but I remember
You wore a cocktail dress
Ignored the goosebumps on your neck
The name sake of your outfit to keep you warm
[Verse 2]
You always said that every thought I had was geometric
I couldn't think outside my own lines
I hope you're alright, and I'm sorry that I wasted your time
Never had the intention to make you go
Oo, oh oh, oh
[Interlude]
[Verse 3]
To make you go
To make you go, to make you go
I never wanted to make you go
You might be a stranger now
And I just wanted to let you know
That I meant what I said
And every dream I've ever had has been of myself
And every dream I've ever had's been of a
Better view with a ten month summer
Losing you is like cutting my fingers off
[Outro]
And even with that summer
Without you I'd rather cut my fingers off
[Verse 1]
I found a picture that we took when we brought in the new year
It's hard to see but I remember
You wore a cocktail dress
Ignored the goosebumps on your neck
The name sake of your outfit to keep you warm
[Verse 2]
You always said that every thought I had was geometric
I couldn't think outside my own lines
I hope you're alright, and I'm sorry that I wasted your time
Never had the intention to make you go
Oo, oh oh, oh
[Interlude]
[Verse 3]
To make you go
To make you go, to make you go
I never wanted to make you go
You might be a stranger now
And I just wanted to let you know
That I meant what I said
And every dream I've ever had has been of myself
And every dream I've ever had's been of a
Better view with a ten month summer
Losing you is like cutting my fingers off
[Outro]
And even with that summer
Without you I'd rather cut my fingers off
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