| It started off cool
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| Madly in love like two fools
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| We didn’t think about it, we didn’t have rules
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| Fire in our hearts, and we’re burning all the fuel
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| Smoking til we drop, until the sun’s up
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| Coppin' all them bitches, thought we never gonna stop
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| You’re the Vincent of my Jules where the flying fuck is Wallace (what?)
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| Nothing really matters when we got love and dollas
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| It’s downhill from here
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| You started making rules I didn’t want to adhere
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| We were havin fun but you wanted to steer
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| Away from all the things we love, and downshift a gear
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| When things turned sour, I always find escape
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| On every crunch hour, you were always late
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| You wanted me to wait, while I’m doing all the grind
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| You thought that I left but you’re the first to leave me behind
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| HOOK:
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| I’ll be okay
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| I have to find myself
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| To be a better girl
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| I don’t even know where to start again
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| Pourin through a pen, feelings that I went through then
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| Asked myself, when will I get over?
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| Searching everywhere just to look for answers
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| Finding myself up on witching hours |
| Burning things up that we once called «ours»
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| Fuck this shit, I don’t care anymore
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| Hand me the gun, and close the door
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| HOOK:
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| I’ll be okay
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| I have to find myself
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| To be a better girl |