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I wanna what you’re doing
I heard that work’s been nuisance
I miss the trees in Toronto
I miss our place by the water

Don’t know why I still make music
Why I gave you up to pursue it
It’s still the same shit, it’s still hollow
Still saving up for that condo

Oh, Malibu's burning, yeah
And it's disconcerting and sad
But I’m slowly learning that
It's out of my hands, 'cause

God is a fascist
And He holds all the cards; He
Brought us together just to
Keep us apart, and
There’s nothing more tragic than
This thing that we are, I'm a
Hopeless romantic who
Didn’t get the part, and
God is a fascist, but
He does have a heart, and
I do believe that someday you’ll be here
Alone in my arms
Alone in my arms

Summer is finally over
But it doesn’t feel like October
Your sweater’s still hung in my closet
Thought I would wear it more often

But the sun seems to shine here forever
I’ve learned to crave shitty weather
Something to make me feel human
Like LA ain’t one big illusion, yeah

America’s sinking
And I just keep drinking like it's my last
Done overthinking
'Cause it's out of my hands

God is a fascist
And He holds all the cards; He
Brought us together just to
Keep us apart, and
There’s nothing more tragic than
This thing that we are, I'm a
Hopeless romantic who
Didn’t get the part, and
God is a fascist, but
He does have a heart, and
I do believe that someday you’ll be here
Alone in my arms
Alone in my arms

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