| I am lonely and and I notice stuff is nothing just to show it
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| Open your arms, here I come
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| It takes more to stick together
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| And I never meant to make you cry
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| Acting like you’re perfect
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| Everything was worth it
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| Still all along, we lived a lie
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| And I know you knew, baby
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| That I know the lady’s going out with other guys
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| Acting like you’re perfect
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| Acting like you’re worth it
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| All you ever did was pray for guys
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| And you think that he will call you back (call you back)
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| I’m tired and I’m reckless and I can’t go home (can't go home)
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| I’m useless and regretful and nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
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| I am lonely and and I notice stuff is nothing just to show it
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| Open your arms, here I come
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| Can’t believe they’re still together
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| Even after all the times she cried
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| Acting like you’re perfect
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| Acting like you’re worth it
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| Seem like you’re just a waste of time
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| And I know you knew, baby
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| That I know the lady’s going out with other guys
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| Acting like you’re perfect
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| Acting like you’re worth it
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| All you ever did was pray for guys
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| And you think that he will call you back (call you back)
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| I’m tired and I’m reckless and I can’t go home (can't go home)
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| I’m useless and regretful and nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
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| I am lonely and and I notice stuff is nothing just to show it
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| Open your arms, here I come
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| You like greasy and disgusting is the way you go
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| Getting something outta nothing in the way we roll
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| (You don’t make friends, you make enemies)
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| Kicking our words to the curb like a former song
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| Writing, dance, ghost tales just for fun
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| (You don’t make friends, you make enemies)
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| 'Cept for you
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| I can’t believe
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| I can’t believe
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| I’m seeing my life go down the drain
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| I can’t believe
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| I can’t believe
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| I’m tired and I’m reckless and I can’t go home (can't go home)
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| I’m useless and regretful and nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
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| I am lonely and and I notice stuff is nothing just to show it
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| Open your arms, here I come
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| I’m tired and I’m reckless and I can’t go home (can't go home)
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| I’m useless and regretful and nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
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| I am lonely and and I notice stuff is nothing just to show it
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| Open your arms, here I come
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| Here, I came |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Room 410 , by - Call the Cops. Song from the album Call The Cops - Deluxe Edition, in the genre Поп