| I bet you like the way that I
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| Sit inside on a Friday night
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| Doing nothing with my life
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| While you’re out partying with other guys
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| But I’m not wise and these are lies
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| According to you it’s all in my mind
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| But I see the things that they post online
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| And it makes me sick to my fucking spine
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| I worry a lot about the day you leave
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| 'Cause the day you leave is the day I leave
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| And I think too much about suicide
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| About killing time, about time I try
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| Something new
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| 'Cause this shit gets old
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| But I love the way that she says «I love you»
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| And I tried many times to rewind to the days you were mine
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| And I tried many times to erase what we made, what have I done?
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| 'Cause a part of me died when you left in November that night
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| I think he’s right beside you telling you what to say to me why
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| Do I think what I think 'cause I think I’m in love with a lie?
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| I think what I think 'cause I think I’m in love with a lie
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| Do I think what I think 'cause I think I’m in love with a lie? |