| Oh my God, we could go on for hours
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| 'Bout who we lost, but you’re too sweet for sour
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| Tell me what’s up, whatever, it don’t matter
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| Right now, you’re so low, I’m so low, oh
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| We got tattoos of some names we could lose, I guess everyone’s got their regrets
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| But I ain’t about to regret whatever happens next
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| Come and help me drink this alcohol
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| And let’s forget about your broken heart and mine
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| We don’t have to break up when they call
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| Our middle fingers to the exes in our lives
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| From your broken heart and mine, mine
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| (From your broken heart and—)
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| Your secret’s safe
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| Spill your guts out if you want to, it’s okay
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| And if you don’t, I’m fuckin' with ya either way
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| Here’s some champagne for the pain 'cause you’re so low, I’m so low, oh
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| Let’s drink up our feelings and stare at the ceiling 'til we can’t remember
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| regrets
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| But I ain’t about to regret whatever happens next
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| Come and help me drink this alcohol
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| And let’s forget about your broken heart and mine
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| We don’t have to break up when they call (When they call)
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| Our middle fingers to the exes in our lives
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| From your broken heart and mine, mine
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| (From your broken heart and—) Mine, mine
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| (From your broken—)
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| Nights like this always feel better with somebody
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| Are you that somebody?
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| Do you need somebody?
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| Nights like this always feel better with somebody
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| Are you that somebody?
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| 'Cause I need somebody
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| To help me drink this alcohol
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| And let’s forget about your broken heart and mine
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| We don’t have to break up when they call
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| Our middle fingers to the exes in our lives
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| From your broken heart and mine (Broken heart and mine), mine
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| (From your broken heart and—) Mine
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| Our middle fingers to the exes in our lives
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| From your broken heart and mine |