| I was young, lost, stupid,
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| Didn’t know what I was doing wrong.
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| Just eat, sleep, feeling free,
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| Then I party all night long.
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| (Pre-)
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| But I will never get to worry
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| Bout the little things in life.
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| I knew I won the lottery,
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| Cause baby, can’t you see
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| Thinking about you as I sing this song
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| Cause when you’re right around
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| I can do no wrong
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| You’re never too sharp, never flat,
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| Girl, imagine that you always know how to bring me back.
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| When I get this wrong,
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| And make it alright when it’s all so wrong
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| You’re my autotune.
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| Now I’ve found my way, girl,
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| Ever since you came along.
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| As I listen to the radio,
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| Bumping to a catchy song.
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| You name all in the Grammi
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| And all the money in the world
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| Every time that I drive ask you girl
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| Consider to say this
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| Thinking about you as I sing this song
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| Cause when you’re right around
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| I can do no wrong
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| You’re never too sharp, never flat,
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| Girl, imagine that you always know how to bring me back.
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| When I get this wrong,
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| And make it alright when it’s all so wrong
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| You’re my autotune.
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| Thinking about you as I sing this song
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| Cause when you’re right around
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| I can do no wrong
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| You’re never too sharp, never flat,
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| Girl, imagine that you always know how to bring me back.
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| When I get this wrong,
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| And make it alright when it’s all so wrong
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| You’re my autotune.
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| Thinking about you as I sing this song
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| Cause when you’re right around
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| I can do no wrong
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| You’re never too sharp, never flat,
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| Girl, imagine that you always know how to bring me back.
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| When I get this wrong,
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| And make it alright when it’s all so wrong
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| You’re my autotune. |