| You cry over boys you haven’t even met in real life
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| Yeah, you know he’s the worst
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| But you tell all your friends he seems nice, oh-oh
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| You change like the seasons in LA
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| And by that I mean that you don’t ever really even change
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| No, you just cry over boys you haven’t even met in real life
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| Oh-oh
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| How many nights can you spend
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| Staining your pillow with makeup?
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| When you’re really upset
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| It’s so annoying to take off
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| Just to do it again
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| Oh, what’s the point in dressing up to be let down?
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| Aren’t you tired of getting hurt?
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| Aren’t you sick of, of making it worse?
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| You cry over boys you know would never cry about you
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| He used to light up your room
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| Now your phone is darker than a tattoo
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| You move like the Earth around the stars
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| Broken hearted when you end up in the same place that you start
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| Back to crying over boys you know would never cry about you
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| Oh, oh
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| How many nights can you spend
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| Staining your pillow with makeup?
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| When you’re really upset
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| It’s so annoying to take off
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| Just to do it again
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| Oh, what’s the point in dressing up to be let down?
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| Aren’t you tired of getting hurt?
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| Aren’t you sick of, of making it worse?
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| Yeah, when you gonna learn? |
| (when you gonna learn?)
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| When you gonna learn?
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| When you gonna learn (how not to get hurt?)
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| When you gonna learn?
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| You cry over boys you haven’t even met in real life
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| Yeah, you know he’s the worst
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| But you tell all your friends he seems nice |