| It was Friday
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| On our way to CVS
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| To get bandaids
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| Cause I’m always such a mess
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| It was empty under the parking lot lights
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| We were dancing doors open
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| To that indie band you like
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| Then you kissed me
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| And I forgot how to breathe
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| And I freaked out
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| When I saw my blood on your knee
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| Will it stain you and the old white jeans
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| That your mom bleached
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| Cause I always said
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| I’d never fall in love again
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| But you can break me into a million pretty pieces
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| If you want to
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| You can break me into a million pretty pieces
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| If you want to, if you want to
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| I pulled over at a gas station
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| In Chicago and I realizd I’ve got a problem
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| And I don’t know what to do about it
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| At the countr by the cigarettes
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| Saw a keychain with your name on it
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| And those letters never meant anything before
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| But now I’m crying in a convenience store
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| Cause I always said I’d never fall in love again
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| But you can break me into a million pretty pieces
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| If you want to
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| You can break me into a million pretty pieces
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| If you want to, if you want to
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| If you want to
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| I would let you
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| Cause it turns out I gotta have you
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| Cause there’s a million pretty people
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| Who could never make me feel like you can
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| Climbing up the high dive
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| We could jump into the blue
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| If you want to
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| If you want to
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| But you can break me into a million pretty pieces
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| If you want to
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| You can break me into a million pretty pieces
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| If you want to, if you want to |