| Know it’s time for me to backspace the thoughts of you
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| But my functions ain’t the same so it ain’t no use
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| And I know that we’ve grown so far apart
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| All the space ain’t a place for a broken heart
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| Press ctrl, alt, delete but
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| I’m afraid it might erase the memories of us
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| But I’m sure that a restart
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| Grant me the access to your heart
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| So if your password hasn’t changed
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| And it’s still your first name
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| Do you mind if I check if our connections still remains?
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| And I know you’ve been programmed to stop me
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| You could override the command, stare and block me
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| Do you ever think about us?
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| Do you ever think if were ever to get back together?
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| Would we ever be how we was?
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| And randomly I keep accessing memories
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| Running across them emails that you sent to me
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| And it’s torturous how you fought for us
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| When I just pushed escape and let it be
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| Tryna contrl my options and strip my love when
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| I shoulda had it all along
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| This is the point where I went wrong (so wrong)
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| Now I tune out to the same old love songs
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| Now my drive ain’t the same
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| Sit and stare at the screen
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| Wanna reach out to you but don’t have your aim
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| Not a day that goes by when I’m surfing online
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| I don’t constantly think about you
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| Staring at the screen, hoping that I’ll see
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| Your inbox or face-timing me
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| All I see is a message
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| Are you even on my friends list?
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| Did you change up your account?
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| Thinking I wouldn’t notice
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| But I did
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| And now the question is |