| Coffee and cigarettes
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| Remind me of you, babe
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| You pick me up in your old Buick station wagon
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| With the radio broke
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| I roll the window up
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| You turn the AC on
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| Who knew you’d be so cold?
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| Newports burnin' on our lips
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| A shootout in the background as I told you that I love you
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| A gunshot to the heart couldn’t have hit me as hard as you did
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| As hard as you did, no
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| Ash my cigarette
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| Waiting for your response
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| It burns slowly as a spirit
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| Who knew you’d be so cold?
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| You were only 17, falling in love with everything
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| Except for me, except for me, except for me
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| These cigarettes is burnin' like a dream
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| And all this money heals everything
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| Except for me, except for me, except for me
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| We wrote our names beneath the bridge
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| To be sure that the city never forgot us
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| Who woulda known you’d be so quick to forget about me
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| I guess that’s memory loss
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| I wish you loved me as much as weed
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| Shit, even half as much as weed
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| I know you love to smoke
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| Marlboro 27s were your favorite
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| Only thing you loved more was your little sister
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| I hope she never grows up to be as fucked up as you did
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| Fucked up as you did, oh
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| Light my cigarette like we did when we were young
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| Who knew we’d grow so old?
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| You were only 17, falling in love with everything
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| Except for me, except for me, except for me
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| These cigarettes is burnin' like a dream
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| And all this money heals everything
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| Except for me, except for me, except for me
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| I recently realized I’m a hopeless romantic
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| I ask a lot of questions, but I’m not open to answers
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| And all of my girlfriends just fall into the same old patterns
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| Like sudoku puzzles we cross words, spoken in anger
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| I must be the best at turning the good girl crazy, that’s like my strong suit
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| 'Cause every time we should be breaking up I’m right there on cue
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| Like a pool stick with some bullshit 'bout what I’m going through
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| You should have an amber alert for me, I swear they should have warned you
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| I mean, young rap god, what do you expect from me?
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| And women are like a greatest hits album, they get the best of me
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| I give 'em my all and then forget to call the next morning
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| I used to play my tape in the passenger while she bend corners
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| She was only 17, first girl that broke my heart
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| Now I think I take it out on every girl I take out on
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| Dinner dates, to somewhere nice to sit like Rosa Parks
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| Guess that’s just the way it is, it all ends the way it starts
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| You were only 17, falling in love with everything
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| Except for me, except for me, except for me
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| These cigarettes is burnin' like a dream
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| And all this money heals everything
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| Except for me, except for me, except for me |