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Don't call me now, I am in bed |
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I've sacrificed all chances for street cred |
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As a result of sticking near |
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The same bedtime for thirteen years |
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But you know this, I've said it before |
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There's a lot of things I've said before |
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Lots of things you kind of ignored |
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You brushed it off, you always brushed it off |
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Pacing down the hallway stairs |
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Mental notes of quick repairs |
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To gaps in my story for tomorrow morning |
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Of why I was up at this hour |
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When I have children of my own |
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And when they have children of their own |
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I'll spit and spew of my dumbass high school endeavors |
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With prideful tone |
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And when my freezing lower limbs |
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Approached that sly, grinning little shit |
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I knew the truth in every vowel sound |
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That I had admitted just two nights before |
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Goodbye was not an option |
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It's clear to you |
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But to no one was it clearer than to me |
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Since day one, I've been locked in |
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I'm not ****ing hanging up |
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I told you I loved you at eighteen |
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But now you're in New York and I'm pushing twenty |
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We still talk |
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But only when you call me first |
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Some days I hear it ring |
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Most days I stay in bed |
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Maybe I'll see you when I get home |
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And we'll avoid all the things we've said |
