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Hey love, thought that I' d just share my day |
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It felt a little bit crazy, baby |
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I cleaned the closet so I' m out of your way |
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Guess you can have your space |
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Well, I thought that I should write a letter |
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Then I thought this would be better don' t yell |
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There' s a million ways that I could tell you |
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But I think I' d rather show you it' s over |
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And I won' t be back no more |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers |
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Now you' re the one to blame |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Oh, love, your dinner' s waiting down the street |
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And you can have it your way |
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So, love, the mess you made is yours to clean |
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So don' t be looking at me |
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See, I don' t mean to disrespect you |
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But I think you could' ve done me better, don' t you? |
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You fool |
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There' s a million ways that I could tell you |
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But I think I' d rather show you it' s over |
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And I won' t be back no more |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers |
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Now you' re the one to blame |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Where you going? What you doing? |
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Oh, you must be at the point |
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Where you can' t take this no more |
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So you grabbin' your stuff, walkin' out the door |
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Movin' so fast, forgot what we was even arguing for |
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Man, I know you like the back of my hand |
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You like to break up then makeup |
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Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up |
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When I put it down, mess up your makeup |
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Everything provided when you' re rolling with a rider |
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You been in Hollywood so long |
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Your ass startin' to act Hollywood |
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Talkin' ' bout you gon' leave, probably should |
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I ain' t trippin' just a bunch of extra shit that |
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I ain' t missing, my sister tried to tell me ' bout you |
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I ain' t listen, now we goin' down this road |
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Hit the smoke, said, " Bro, I' ve been here before." |
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And you know Kelly never lied |
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So you can get your stuff and get to going |
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I' ll get back to gettin' high |
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There' s a million ways that I could tell you |
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But I think I' d rather show you it' s over |
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And I won' t be back no more |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers |
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Now you' re the one to blame |
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Don' t it always seem to go |
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That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone |
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Sing |
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Don' t it always seem to go That you don' t know what you' ve |
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One more time |
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That you don' t know what you got ' til it' s gone |
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Good try |
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Slip through your fingers now you' re the one done changed... |
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Oh, my, shut the fuck up |