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I wanna tell you what's on my mind |
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And i wanna bill you for wasted time |
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And wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix |
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And wasted spit |
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I left there upon your lips |
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I'm getting used to the fact you left |
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And I'm getting used to the loneliness |
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But even if you knew that you wouldn't care |
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And now i sit and talk to an empty chair |
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And bang my head against the wall |
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And think up ways i should've told you to fuck off |
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But I won't lose a bit of sleep' |
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Cause I know that you're really just a creep |
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And I've got something that |
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I'm gonna keep |
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Forever and ever and ever |
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Your leather jacket |
