| I’m in New York, thinking of you
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| Wondering what you are up to
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| From this lonely-ass hotel room
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| With a pretty good-looking view
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| I am somewhere in the states
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| Going somewhere on a plane
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| It doesn’t really matter as long as I’m always far away
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| Or maybe on a bus for a month straight
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| Shit’s fun but I’m going insane
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| Like it’s been months since I’ve had sex
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| I’m just a horny little lovesick mess
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| And I don’t wanna be the type of person who calls you up
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| Every time I need to get off but
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| I guess that’s who I’m turning into, oh fuck
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| Down at Times Square in the rain
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| There’s a billboard with my face
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| It’s so weird how things have changed
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| Think about it every day
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| If I ever make it back
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| Will I find what we once had?
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| Guess I ruined us pretty bad
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| Oh-oh
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| I’m in the same city as you
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| But I still don’t come through
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| 'Cause I’ve got so much to do
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| And that’s the shittiest excuse
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| So don’t ever take me back
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| Let’s just face the fact
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| I treated you like trash
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| And you deserve more than that
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| My love comes out at midnight
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| My love comes out at midnight
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| My love comes out at midnight
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| My love comes out at midnight
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| My love comes out at midnight |