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I never slam the door these days |
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Then again, I'm never here |
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And you know where to find me |
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With my oldest friend I hold so dear |
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Who named the days? Who named this mess? |
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I don't care what she says, I need to get out less |
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Me and him go back a long way |
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And his advice has always been shit |
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But he knows how to make me laugh |
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I've never bothered if he's right |
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Who named the days? Who named this mess? |
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I don't care what she says, I need to get out less |
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But sometimes when I'm with him |
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I just stop being me |
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And he knows, on my own, I could never be |
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The man he's always wanted me to be |
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He makes me treat girls like shit |
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He makes me lie to them and use them |
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I think he loves to watch me playing games |
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And he loves to watch me lose them |
