| My momma said my daddy was a failure
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| So I’m not gonna be one
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| And a heart full of stress can kill you
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| But I’m far too young
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| So I’ve been smokin'
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| To quiet all of my thoughts
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| And I’ve been holdin'
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| Onto what is now lost, oh-oh, oh
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| So give me your receipt (It's over, it’s over)
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| It feels like a repeat (Over and over)
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| I hope that you miss me (Sober)
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| I hope that you miss me (Sober)
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| Give me your receipt (It's over, it’s over)
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| It feels like a repeat (Over and over)
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| I hope that you miss me (Sober)
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| I hope that you miss me (Sober)
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| My momma said my daddy was a player
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| I guess it’s what I’ve become
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| And the world is full of danger
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| But to me that sounds fun
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| So I’ve been smokin'
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| To fill the top of my lungs
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| And I’ve been jokin'
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| This how it feels to be young
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| Yeah
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| So give me your receipt (It's over, it’s over)
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| It feels like a repeat (Over and over)
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| I hope that you miss me (Sober)
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| I hope that you miss me (Sober)
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| Give me your receipt (It's over, it’s over)
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| It feels like a repeat (Over and over)
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| I hope that you miss me (Sober)
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| I hope that you miss me (Sober)
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| So give me your receipt
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| It feels like a repeat
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| I hope that you miss me (Over and over)
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| I hope that you miss me (Over) |