| One more time for old sake
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| I meet you by the BYOB place on Avenue A
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| A little drunk, stopped for donuts
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| And I got robbed by the J Station
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| I labeled you as a bad omen
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| Did you see me hide under my scarf to cry
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| As you rubbed my back and said
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| «You look beautiful tonight»
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| Drive me home through Jersey
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| And I’ll pretend that the song you played
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| Wasn’t meant for me and me only
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| So I will rest or maybe put on my shoes
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| And I’ll regress to 12 AM calls that hurt you too
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| One more song for old sake
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| I’ll be sad you were ever in my life in the first place |