| I wanna know how you feel
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| Wish you would’ve called me up that night
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| And got drunk inside of my car
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| I don’t really wanna talk about it
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| Come around and figure this out just one last time
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| And I’m sorry for the nights you spent and left smelling like smoke,
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| I know you hate the smell, but I love the company
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| Cold lips and shaky hands hold the letters you left your lover back in jersey
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| And I wish you’d come back, things won’t ever be the same without you
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| 2am at the bleachers at you union high
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| Getting drunk and smoking my life away
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| And your lips are glasses of cheap whiskey and tonight I plan on getting so
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| wasted, that I’ll pass out right on your floor |