| Talking this and that and you can’t help it, yeah?
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| Is there something more that you want to say?
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| Always on the phone, never to my face
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| You can move along, fuck get out the way
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| Know you think about me every single minute
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| Bitch, what the fuck?
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| What’d you expect from me?
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| Single tear roll down the face, uh
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| Hand print on my window pane, uh
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| All of those other clichés, uh
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| That shit is not for me
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| I can’t remember your name, uh
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| Shit left the second it came, uh
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| Talking this and that and you can’t help it, yeah?
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| Is ther something more that you want to say?
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| Always on the phon, never to my face
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| You can move along, fuck get out the way
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| I can tell you’re mad, I just can’t relate
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| I can tell you’re mad, it’s funny to me
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| I can tell you’re mad, it’s the way you say it
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| I can tell you’re mad, I just can’t relate, yeah |