| Cold winter
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| Sittin' on the table, cold dinner
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| Wine gone but the lipstick mark on the glass let him know you had more than a
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| Casual acquaintance
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| With whoever you had left with at 2:15 in the PM
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| Plus you been ignoring all his DMs
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| And the last text that you left said you’ll see him on the weekend
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| «Oh, you talk about love like you mean it,» he sings to himself
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| But no, that’s a man and he just got to see it, babe
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| You pay no attention to the way the blinds seem to move when there isn’t a wind
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| Or the silence you get when you answer blocked numbers
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| You already know that it’s him
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| Underwear on the floor, girl
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| Lead him right to the door, girl
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| And that necklace he gave you that you said you loved
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| Was all tangled and tore
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| And his world was too cause his world was you
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| When you tryin' to fight another world war
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| What the fuck did you expect a man to do?
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| Swallow it all, did you swallow it too?
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| He wonders and wallows and waits in the closet
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| There’s something about you, you got me
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| I don’t know about you without me
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| It’s gotta be me and you forever, love
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| It’s our time
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| Come here babe, come here babe, come here babe
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| It’s gotta be me and you forever, love
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| Now come here babe, come here babe, come here babe
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| It’s our time
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| Hot summer
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| At the payphone for the blocked number
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| She walked there fast cause she know you would always answer
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| Unless you was gettin' some ass
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| Fuckin' cute little laugh at the end of your outgoing message
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| As if nothing matters at all while she over here stressing to death
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| Does she have bigger breasts or just give better head?
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| «Oh, you talk about love like you mean it,» she sings to herself
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| But no, she a woman and when something changes she see it, babe
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| Tell the next one you with not to trip off the rips
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| In the tires or that thing might want to block certain numbers
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| Cause sooner or later you know she gon open the satellites
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| She stops by the window of the Walgreens
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| Her mascara a mess of a mask
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| Gonna pull out a tissue but instead pulls out a phone for a text
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| And the flask rattles round in the purse
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| A reminder that medicine is already there for the taking
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| And the snap when she twists the cap back
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| She’s convinced is the sound of her heart breaking
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| Every night you’ve got me dreamin'
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| Don’t wanna wake up without you
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| Sleep don’t come easy for me, this is your time
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| Every day I wait for sundown
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| Hopin' that you might come back round
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| Just turn around I am waiting there for your lie
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| There’s something about you, you got me
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| I don’t know about you without me
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| It’s gotta be me and you forever, love
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| It’s our time
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| Come here babe, come here babe, come here babe
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| It’s gotta be me and you forever, love
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| Now, come here babe, come here babe, come here babe
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| It’s our time
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| There’s something about you, you got me
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| I don’t know about you without me
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| It’s gotta be me and you forever, love
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| It’s our time
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| Come here babe, come here babe, come here babe
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| Come here babe
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| Come here babe, yeah, come here babe, come here babe
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| It’s our time |