| I called you
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| To tell you that I’m better off
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| And I’m fine without you
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| But truth is I’m not
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| And I know
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| That every time
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| That you see my name
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| You go insane
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| It’s my fault
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| Been thinking we couldn’t
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| Go wrong and it’s true
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| Don’t know what you got till it’s gone
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| Do you think
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| That we could go back,
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| To the way it was,
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| Get back to us?
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| I still remember us
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| Driving down the five-lane
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| Tryna get to L.A.
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| On a Saturday night
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| And you’d always steal my phone
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| 'Cause you had to be the DJ
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| But, no, I didn’t mind it
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| I don’t know
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| What you had in mind
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| When you came and you said
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| You just wanna talk
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| Well, I know
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| It’s hard but you don’t
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| Need to get this drunk
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| You told me
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| That you’ll never stop being
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| In love and you tried
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| But couldn’t give me up
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| The next day
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| You said that you lied, oh
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| But drunken talks
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| Are sober thoughts
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| I still remember us
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| Driving down the five-lane
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| Tryna get to L.A.
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| On a Saturday night
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| And you’d always steal my phone
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| 'Cause you had to be the DJ
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| But, no, I didn’t mind it
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| And now I want it back
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| Is that too much to ask?
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| Just to have your feet up on my dash
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| I still remember us
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| Driving down the five-lane
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| Tryna get to L.A.
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| Oh, on a Saturday night
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| If you didn’t want this
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| Then why did you come here?
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| I know that you miss me
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| I miss you, it’s so clear
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| It’s all in the past, babe
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| It’s a dffierent story
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| And now I got one thing I need to do
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| I’ll pick you up
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| And we’ll drive right down the five-lane
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| Try get to L.A.
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| On a Saturday night
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| And I’ll let you steal my phone
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| 'Cause you have to be the DJ
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| But, no, I don’t mind it
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| And now I got it back
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| No more living the past
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| 'Cause I got your feet up on my dash
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| I love when we’re
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| Driving down the five-lane
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| Tryna get to L.A.
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| Oh, on a Saturday night |