| Overdressed, waking up drunk inside a bubble bath
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| Still in my jeans, holding your photograph
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| You threw yours out but they still make me laugh
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| Maybe that’s the reason why
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| I’m blowing trees but I can’t reach the high
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| Two sets of keys sit on the table-side
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| You gave one back you didn’t change your mind, change it
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| You don’t care no more, you don’t care no more
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| I don’t wanna fight you, I just wanna hold you
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| Everything is different, guess that I’m resistant
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| This don’t feel like living, this don’t feel right
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| Cause I been on the comedown
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| Ever since you left town
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| Feel like I’m missing out, oh
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| Feel like I’m missing out, oh
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| I been on the comedown
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| We used to share everything, now
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| I feel like I’m missing out, yeah
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| Feel like I’m missing out
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| I been on the comedown
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| (Woah, woah, woah)
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| (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
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| Wasting time, it makes me anxious, I’m still wasting mine
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| Checking the status of the central line
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| Booking a cab to get me out my mind, it’s almost five
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| And I know the way that I’m feeling will only get better from here
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| But I’m so messed up right now just wanna bury my face in your hair,
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| in your hair
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| Can’t help but wonder is somebody getting you drippin' the way that I did
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| Why aren’t you here? |
| Why aren’t you here?
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| Cause I been on the comedown
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| Ever since you left town
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| Feel like I’m missing out, oh
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| Feel like I’m missing out, oh
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| I been on the comedown
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| We used to share everything, now
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| I feel like I’m missing out, yeah
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| Feel like I’m missing out
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| I been on the comedown
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| (Woah, woah, woah)
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| (Woah, woah, woah, woah) |