| Let’s just call it what it is
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| I’m letting go
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| Of all of this
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| So here we are again
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| In fisticuffs just like last week
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| You got your brass knuckles and I got a machete
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| Not too long ago we used to cuddle in our sleep
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| Somehow this shit got turned around
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| And now the words cut deep
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| All the love letters
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| Stuffed into a Molotov cocktail
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| Sometimes it’s easier to walk away (walk away)
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| Call it what it is
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| This is hopeless
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| Well can’t you see it girl that life goes on (life goes on)
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| We’ve seen better days
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| And you know this
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| Girl, we just can’t take much more
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| You know we make each other miserable
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| Let’s just call it what it is
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| And I’m letting go
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| Of all of this
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| I remember asking all around to get your name
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| And I was shocked to find out that you were doing the same
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| Now it seems as those old days have come and gone away
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| But I would never call this a mistake
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| All the love letters
|
| Stuffed into a Molotov cocktail
|
| Sometimes it’s easier to walk away (walk away)
|
| Call it what it is
|
| This is hopeless
|
| Well can’t you see it
|
| Girl, life goes on (life goes on)
|
| And we’ve seen better days
|
| And you know this
|
| Girl, we just can’t take much more
|
| You know we make each other miserable
|
| Let’s just call it what it is
|
| And I’m letting go
|
| Of all of this
|
| All the love letters
|
| Stuffed into a Molotov cocktail
|
| Sometimes it’s easier to walk away (walk away)
|
| Call it what it is
|
| This is hopeless
|
| Well can’t you see it
|
| Girl, life goes on (life goes on)
|
| And we’ve seen better days
|
| And you know this
|
| Girl, we just can’t take much more
|
| You know we make each other miserable
|
| Let’s just call it what it is
|
| And I’m letting go
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| Of all of this |