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I know you went |
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and turned your page |
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I know I'm still on that old thing |
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Sometimes I wish |
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that my phone rang |
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And you call and you |
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and you calling |
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You love showing off your new life |
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But I feel fake when I do that |
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Oh girl you know that I miss you |
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But I'm doing things I'm doing |
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I'm doing things too |
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Drinking ginger ale |
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'cause I got a stale budget |
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But the money on the way |
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know they say that |
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but I mean it |
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Talking 'bout the past |
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they say Don't but I love it |
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And if I see you again |
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I'ma tell you suck my |
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Probably out |
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with your friends Yeah |
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doing drugs |
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I'm probably home |
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with my mom giving hugs |
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Hope you know |
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that I'm not thinking 'bout you |
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And just know I'd never write |
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a song about you |
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I said that I wouldn't |
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and I'll never do it Nope |
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I won't ever put you |
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in my ****ing music Whoa |
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I don't know if I can come back |
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you would have to prove it |
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Girl tell me what the **** |
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are we really doing |
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I will not waste an ounce |
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of my energy |
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To think about the times |
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when it was you and me |
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Like that time roller skate |
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in Santa Barbara |
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Or the time up |
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at the Dodgers game |
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we drinkin' out the bottle |
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We didn't even |
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get those tickets |
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we just snuck in |
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Ooh we made them |
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neighbors hate us |
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walls were so thin |
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I was always on your team |
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Timmy Duncan |
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Spur of the moment |
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I might have to jump in |
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Drinking ginger ale |
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'cause I got a stale budget |
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But the money on the way |
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know they say that but I mean it |
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Talking 'bout the past |
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they say Don't but I love it |
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And if I see you again |
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I'ma tell you suck my |
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Probably out |
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with your friends Yeah |
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doing drugs |
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I'm probably home |
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with my mom giving hugs |
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Hope you know |
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that I'm not thinking 'bout you |
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And just know I'd never write |
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a song about you |
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Even though I just did |
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see you movin' quick |
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With your new man |
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just know I'm the shit |
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No one can hit it Hey |
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like I did it Yeah |
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No more thinking 'bout it **** |
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I know that I shouldn't |
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but I just did |
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Too quick might think |
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I'ma say some' |
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I gotta look the other way |
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to get away from |
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All of your shit |
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all of your shit hey |
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Can't get drunk |
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I'ma hit you with a hate song |
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Drinking ginger ale |
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'cause I got a stale budget |
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Money on the way |
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know they say that |
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but I mean it |
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Talking 'bout the past |
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they say Don't but I love it |
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And if I see you again |
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I'ma tell you suck my |
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If I see you again |
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we gon' probably |
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do the wrong thing |
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Yeah we always |
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did the wrong thing |
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**** it |
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There's never been a day |
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that my love changed |
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But I'm always gonna tell you |
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that I hate you always always |
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I feel like I win and we lose |
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All the time feeling the blues |
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Not writing songs about you |
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That is some shit |
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that I never will do |
