| Ooh uh
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| I’ve been making the same mistakes, when I get too drunk
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| Yeah, I heard you when you said this ain’t no place for us
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| Too bad we can’t stay friends, cuz it won’t ever be enough
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| Be enough
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| Ooh uh
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| I’ve been weighing it out, just to see if I’m being too much
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| Being honest with myself, once I’ve cleansed my blood
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| It feels like I’m way too way too way too out of touch
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| Out of touch
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| So can we forget all of my texts
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| Cuz it ain’t sitting right with me
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| And as far as I can see
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| You ain’t calling me, for what’s best
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| So it’ll have to be
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| It’ll have to be
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| I’m not holding onto hope that you will change your heart
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| One ounce of this is worth a pound of shit that we don’t want
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| I’m sorry for cutting ties
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| I’m sorry I didn’t reply
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| But you’re not the only one to see
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| How much I struggle letting go and honestly
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| It’s only so I could prove to myself I didn’t need you
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| To know for myself, that you would need to combat all the routines
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| Wishing that we’d both never been keen
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| So can we forget all of my texts
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| Cuz it ain’t sitting right with me
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| And as far as I can see
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| You ain’t calling me, for what’s best
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| So it’ll have to be
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| It’ll have to be
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| I’m not holding onto hope that you will change your heart
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| One ounce of this is worth a pound of shit that we don’t want
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| I’m not holding onto hope that you will change your heart
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| One ounce of this is worth a pound of shit that we don’t want |