| You never liked it when I brought my friends out
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| You never liked it when I wore my hair down
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| You n-n-never let me be me
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| You n-n-never let me be free
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| You never liked it when I wouldn’t stay over
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| You never liked it when I couldn’t stay sober
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| You n-n-never let me be me
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| You n-n-never let me be seen
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| Mirror mirror on my phone
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| Who’s the one I’m taking home?
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| Baby baby don’t you know
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| I’ll be taking someone home
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| ‘cause you’re gone now I get to do whatever I want
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| It’s your fault if I go and kiss whoever I want
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| It’s not wrong this is natural I need to be touched
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| ‘cause you’re gone
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| You’re gone
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| And god damn I got drunk and I don’t care where you’re at
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| And my hands make their way down to the small of her back
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| It’s not wrong this is natural I need to be touched
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| ‘cause you’re gone
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| You’re gone
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| You never liked it when I’d talk about my flaws
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| You only like it when I’m taking my clothes off
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| You n-n-never let me be me
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| You n-n-never let me be free
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| Mirror mirror on my phone
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| Who’s the one I’m taking home?
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| Baby baby don’t you know
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| I’ll be taking someone home
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| ‘cause you’re gone now I get to do whatever I want
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| It’s your fault if I go and kiss whoever I want
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| It’s not wrong this is natural I need to be touched
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| ‘cause you’re gone
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| You’re gone
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| And god damn I got drunk and I don’t care where you’re at
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| And my hands make their way down to the small of her back
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| It’s not wrong this is natural I need to be touched
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| ‘cause you’re gone
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| You’re gone
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| Now I get to do whatever I want
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| Post whatever I want
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| Go wherever I want, yeah
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| Now I get to wear whatever I want
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| As short as I want
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| Wherever I want, yeah
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| Now I get to do whatever I want
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| Post whatever I want
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| Go wherever I want, yeah
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| Now I get to wear whatever I want
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| As short as I want
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| Wherever I want
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| ‘cause you’re gone
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| Now I get to do whatever I want
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| It’s your fault if I go and kiss whoever I want
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| It’s not wrong this is natural I need to be touched
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| ‘cause you’re gone
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| You’re gone
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| And god damn I got drunk and I don’t care where you’re at
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| And my hands make their way down to the small of her back
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| It’s not wrong this is natural I need to be touched
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| ‘cause you’re gone
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| You’re gone
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| You’re gone |