| Why am I fucking up so bad?
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| What am I even doing?
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| When am I ever gonna learn?
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| What it is she already knows
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| Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago
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| But I, I had to drive away the very next day
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| So I flew your pretty ass to New York City
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| Then I, I left you in L. A
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| Was it love? |
| Or my fantasy?
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| Was it real? |
| Or just a dream?
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| Remember one night getting too fucked up in the Hamptons at Tom’s
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| I fell off his bike and girl, you laughed at me so hard
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| Spent a whole week getting drunk on the dunes of Cape Cod, that’s when you met
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| my father
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| Was it love? |
| Or my fantasy?
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| Was it real? |
| Or just a dream?
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| Was it love? |
| Or my fantasy?
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| 'Cause sometimes you get so angry
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| And I take it personal
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| And I should’ve known
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| That you were only hurting
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| 'Cause life can be uncertain
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| When you’re only 19 years old
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| So it’s another late night out here in California
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| And I’m, I’m burying my pain into somebody else
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| And now you’re back at home living with your mama
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| Got my first record sitting on your shelf
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| Was it love? |
| Or my fantasy?
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| Was it real? |
| Or just a dream?
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| Was it love? |
| Or my fantasy?
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| Was it real?
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| Well, baby, I met you in downtown Chicago
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| But I had to drive away the next day
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| So I flew your pretty ass to New York City
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| Then I, I left you in L. A |