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I woke up at seven |
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Rode the bus until eleven |
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Called ex-lovers, and my brother |
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Hoping someone was awake |
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Circled around the campus |
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In a t-shirt and pajamas |
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As I stared out the window |
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And my heart began to break |
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But it's all good, |
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'Cause I'm no good |
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And believe me, |
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You don't need me. |
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It's a big world, |
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And I'm old news to you. |
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I started healing |
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Soon as I regained the feeling |
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In my fingers pressed so hard |
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Against that steel the night before |
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I wrote another love song |
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But my heart, it wouldn't sing along |
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My head agreed, I didn't need |
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To try and right the wrongs |
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But it's all good, |
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'Cause I'm no good |
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And believe me, |
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You don't need me. |
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It's a big world, |
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And I'm old news to you. |
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I woke up at seven |
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Rode the bust until eleven |
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Called ex-lovers, and my brother, |
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Hoping someone was awake |
