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You made me hate Berlin and physical touch
And now I'm scared of miles and falling in love
Because my tummy hurts and I miss you like fuck
You made me hate Berlin, and I hate you for that
I've gotten good, I've gotten great
Now I'm not flinching when I hear your name
It's gotten better than worse
I ran off to New York and cried in church
I hate to think she gives you head
And hangs out in your room
So I get high and go to bed
And tell myself it's cool
You made me hate Berlin and physical touch
And now I'm scared of miles and falling in love
Because my tummy hurts and I miss you like fuck
You made me hate Berlin, and I hate you for that
Went to L.A., honestly
I just wanted to call you
Tell you, "Hi," I wanna die
It's okay, you won, can I come home?
I stayed out in strangers' houses
Just wanted you to come through
Just pick me up, what the fuck? Yeah
You made me hate Berlin and physical touch
And now I'm scared of miles and falling in love
Because my tummy hurts and I miss you like fuck
You made me hate Berlin, and I hate you for that
I hate you so much
I hate you so much
I miss you so much
I miss you so much
I hate you so much
I miss you so much
