| You don’t treat me well, but you know me well
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| You know my limits, and you know I’m committed, yeah
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| You put your toe over the line, and then you keep it there
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| I’m too damn forgiving with you
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| My history could use a change in scenery
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| The ones I really care about, they always leave
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| The girl before you might’ve gotten rid of the best of me
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| But
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| You can’t say you hate her too
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| When you’re her to the touch
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| I can’t be falling like I do, oh
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| Kill this kind of guilty pleasure
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| You get out of fucking this up
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| Or should I find somebody new
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| 'Cause I wonder what you’d do
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| If it was you
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| How would you react
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| I saw this through
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| And you stabbed me in the back
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| What can you say
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| What can you say to me
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| What can you say
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| What can you say to make it right
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| What can you say
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| What can you say to me
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| What can you say
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| What can you say to make it right
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| Sometimes I open photos and scroll back too far
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| Accidentally on purpose
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| And now I’m thinking of us again
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| Wondering if the damage was worth it
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| Carving out a piece was all that I could do |
| To make us fit, and I think you knew
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| And looking back, I only was in love with the best of you
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| But
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| The best of you
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| Only came out when I forgot who I was
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| I can’t be falling like I do, oh
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| 'Cause there’s a guilty pleasure
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| I get out of changing for love
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| I know you found somebody new
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| But I wonder what you’d do
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| If it was you
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| How would you react
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| I saw this through
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| And you stabbed me in the back
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| What can you say
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| What can you say to me
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| What can you say
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| What can you say to make it right
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| What can you say
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| What can you say to me
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| What can you say
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| What can you say to make it right |