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1987

"1987" Lyrics by Phoneboy

I heard

You’re missing turns

And your favorite three words

I’m not too gone

The TV’s on

Until I learn

A simple way

To pretend that we’re in 1987

Throw it into first ’cause you’re so tempting

Paint me a picture of you

Paint me a picture of you

Of you

I heard

Someone else

Falling off the top shelf

I’m here for you

Be here for me

Until I heard

That cigarettes

Like to burn down to the filter

When you’re sleeping

Waking up in pieces every weekend

Ohh, I just want your lips to taste

I just want my lips to taste like

You

Paint me a picture of you

Of you

Paint me a picture of you

Paint me a picture of you

Of you

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