| Heard it first through the grape vine that you would be leaving
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| Embarking on another adventure
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| Felt a piece of you was missing or something
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| And then I got bored
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| No sense of thirst to wonder, uncover the details
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| Think you’d call me to do so if all else failed
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| 'Cause this time I won’t be doing the dumb things that I’ve done once before
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| Get your kicks thinking you’ll fix everything that you broke
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| Should’ve known you’d never let go
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| Singing your praises was a phase
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| Guess I’ve come to my senses
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| By coming to care less and learning when to close the door
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| And all my good graces, they were shameless but they were relentless
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| And so in learning to care less, guess it won’t cut me to the core
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| Not to hear from you anymore
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| All my friends, my defence force built a wall around me
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| You’re holding out begging to be forgiven
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| As if I think you’re some kind of modern day satan
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| Fuck the needless uproar
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| But they get their kicks thinking you’ll fix everything that you broke
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| 'Cause they’re never going to it let go
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| Singing your praises was a phase
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| Guess I’ve come to my senses
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| By coming to care less and learning when to close the door
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| And all my good graces, they were shameless but they were relentless
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| And so in learning to care less, guess it won’t cut me to the core
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| You won’t hear from me anymore
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| Hard to ignore hearing you say
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| You miss my love still to this day
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| 24 months, thought you’d have your shit together
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| Guess I should be flattered that you can’t seem to find somebody better
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| To play on your mind
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| (It's quite a compliment actually, when you think about it)
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| Singing your praises was a phase
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| Guess I’ve come to my senses
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| By coming to care less and learning when to close the door
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| And all my good graces, they were shameless, but they were relentless
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| And so in learning to care less, guess it won’t cut me to the core
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| You won’t hear from me anymore
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| Yes, I’ve come to my senses |