| I don’t show up early
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| I don’t leave things up to fate
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| Never been that good at admitting my mistakes
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| I could win a battle without a second look
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| But when it comes to you breaking my heart
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| I could write the book
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| I don’t get things off the grapevine
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| Small talk ain’t for me
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| I don’t worry 'bout the weather
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| Cause I can take the heat
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| At times my disposition can be misunderstood
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| But when it comes to you breaking my heart
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| I could write the book
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| Oooo I know how the story goes down
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| I’ve told it about a hundred times now
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| You’re my darkest desperation
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| Worst kind of creation
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| Even though I know the story don’t end good
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| I could write the book
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| Started with the Judas kiss
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| That pushed me to the brink
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| Guess we’ve always been the stars of our little tragedy
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| Addicted to commotion
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| Wouldn’t change it if I could
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| When it comes to you breaking my heart
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| I could write the book
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| Ohh I know how the story goes down
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| I’ve told it about a hundred times now
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| You’re my darkest desperation
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| Worst kind of creation
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| Even though I know the story don’t end good
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| Hell I could write the book
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| But I won’t give it all away
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| Everybody knows a good heartbreak…
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| Ohh I know how the story goes down
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| I’ve told it about a hundred times now
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| You’re my darkest desperation
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| Worst kind of creation
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| Even though I know the story don’t end good
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| Hell I could write the book
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| Oh I oh I
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| I could write the book |