| Here you are right where you started
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| On the floor of this fucking apartment
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| Catch me, catch me crawling right back down to you
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| (you‚ you)
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| So tell me how you got a invitation
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| Can we have a conversation
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| Also tell me what the fuck is wrong with you
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| (you‚ you)
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| I’ve been changing you’re right where i left you
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| And you know that
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| You still kiss me just like you used to
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| Get in bed and hold onto pooh bear
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| We might fuck and then get some cheap food
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| You ask me to call you an uber
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| I say can we just talk about it
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| You say we can’t get back together
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| Round and round the circle continues
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| I’m so sick of not getting better
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| (i'm so sick of not getting better)
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| (i'm so sick of not getting better)
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| Here you are‚ look wine on the carpet
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| To remind me in my new apartment
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| I’ll spend forever trying to clean up after you
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| (you, you)
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| Cigarettes and suffocation
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| Loved this song until you over played it
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| Probably why i’m trying to write something new
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| (you)
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| I’ve been changing since the day i met you
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| And you know that
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| You still kiss me just like you used to
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| Get in bed and hold onto pooh bear
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| We might fuck and then get some cheap food
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| You ask me to call you an uber
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| I say can we just talk about it
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| You say we can’t get back together
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| Round and round the circle continues
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| I’m so sick of not getting better
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| (i'm so sick of not getting better)
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| (i'm so sick of not getting better)
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| (i'm so sick of not getting better)
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| (i'm so sick of not getting better)
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| Every time you come around you want my to stop
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| Where were you at summer 17, where were you
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| Where were you at summer 17
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| It’s really really fucked up
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| Every time you come around you want my to stop
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| Fuck that
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| (where‚ where)
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| You still kiss me just like you used to
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| Get in bed and hold onto pooh bear
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| And i’m so fucking sick of being of being second next to everything
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| You still kiss me just like you used to
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| Get in bed and hold onto pooh bear
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| We might fuck and then get some cheap food
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| You ask me to call you an uber
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| I say can we just talk about it
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| You say we can’t get back together
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| Round and round the circle continues
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| I’m so sick of not getting better |