| Yes yes. |
| Let’s go. |
| You know how like, it’s always…
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| They talkin' 'bout it’s always the one that got away or whatever
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| When you lose that one, that shit be hurtin
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| Like a motherfucker bro, I ain’t gonna lie to you
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| This is what it be like, it be like this…
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| I spent all weekend, sleepin', on her side of the bed
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| Cause I had nothing to do
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| (She packed her shit and now she’s gone)
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| Called every number in my cell phone
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| Just so I could try to find a replacement for you
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| (But everybody’s blown up on a Saturday night)
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| They say that misery loves company
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| But I don’t agree cause I’m all alone
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| (All alone by your God damn self again)
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| If I had a canvas I would paint a million colors in her name
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| But I’ll put 'em in this song
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| (Maybe she’ll come back to me)
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| Let it go
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| Never want water till the well is dry
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| Never want stars till there ain’t no sky
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| Never know when and you don’t know why
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| But don’t say it’s too late for us
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| Never want to sail till your ship is gone
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| Never want a house till you can’t go home
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| But you and me baby girl we can’t go wrong
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| So don’t say that it’s too late for us
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| Hey, it’s been a moment
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| And you’re lookin' like a tenderoni
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| I wrote this song for you and you can sing along if
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| You want to, there’s somethin' about you, I can’t put my finger on it
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| I don’t know why we put ourselves through unnecessary stress and
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| Pain and then get inebriated
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| Just so we can try to sooth and alleviate it
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| But when we got a good thing, can’t appreciate it
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| Just like the chick I had on my team
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| Was everything on my wish list
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| Spend the holidays, Valentines and Christmas
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| Now I’m in the club, lookin' at other broads like
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| «I gave up home cooked meals for this shit?
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| I gave up all them back rubs for this bitch?»
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| The whole damn thing is bass ackwards
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| This is the last chapter
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| Break up to make up like Max Factor
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| Done, came to my senses now I’m right back at ya
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| Let’s go
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| Packed my suitcase
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| Today
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| To move away
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| I couldn’t stay
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| It’s the right thing to do
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| (Leave his ass alone)
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| So much has changed, quite pretender
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| There’s still a chance we could be friends
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| Try to see if from my point of view
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| (Try to see it)
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| Admit things aren’t the same
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| It’s not your fault and I’m not to blame
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| Really no one’s right and no one’s wrong
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| (It's just the way it is)
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| Relationships get rough
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| Sometimes love just ain’t enough
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| To keep it goin' strong
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| No choice but to move on you’ll see
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| Never miss your water till your well runs dry
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| Too many nights sat alone to cry
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| That’s a fact that we can’t deny
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| It’s too late for us
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| Nothing left for me to do
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| But to move on away from you
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| I know you love me and I love you too
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| But
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| It’s too late for us
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| Put all the talk to rest
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| Such an awful mess
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| Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone, see how dark it gets?
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| You lost the best, not a spark is left
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| You had love but often slept
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| Like a narcolep
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| Lonely nights I often wept
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| Now I’m takin' smarter steps
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| Everybody plays a fool, I played that part I guess
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| We had to give it a (try)
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| Couldn’t deny we was livin' a (lie)
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| Too fly to listen to (Tiye)
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| Now you missin' my aaaah
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| No need to ice grill me baby, keep your chilly vibe
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| You’re old news baby, Angelina/Billy Bob
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| Way before Brad
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| Can’t play your doormat
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| I’ve cover status, supermodel
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| Warn your favorite sport’s mag
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| Givin' me the fifth degree
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| Tellin' me how you missin' me
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| Wallowing in your misery
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| You awoke with an epiphany
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| You forced my hand, divorce is the plan
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| I’m past Main Source
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| Lookin' At The Door, the door slammed
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| Damn |