| Did you cut your hair 'cause you look a little different than I left ya?
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| Why you always tryna hide all that pain behind your eyes? |
| I don’t remember
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| I used to think that I would always let you get to me
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| That I would hear your voice and hit my knees
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| And now I feel it all again, again
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| But it don’t hurt like it used to
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| No, it don’t burn like a coal still hot
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| And when I see you at the bar with a honey on your arm
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| I feel nothing at all
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| 'Cause it don’t hurt
|
| No, it don’t hurt like it used to
|
| And when I see you at the bar with a honey on your arm
|
| I feel nothing at all
|
| 'Cause it don’t hurt
|
| No, it don’t hurt like it used to
|
| And when I see you at the bar with a honey on your arm
|
| I feel nothing at all
|
| Did you cut your hair 'cause you look a little different than I left ya?
|
| Why you always tryna hide all that pain behind your eyes? |
| I don’t remember
|
| I used to think that I would always let you get to me
|
| That I would hear your voice and hit my knees
|
| And now I feel it all again, again
|
| But it don’t hurt like it used to
|
| No, it don’t burn like a coal still hot
|
| And when I see you at the bar with a honey on your arm
|
| I feel nothing at all
|
| 'Cause it don’t hurt
|
| No, it don’t hurt like it used to
|
| And when I see you at the bar with a honey on your arm
|
| I feel nothing at all |