| I’m somewhere in Brooklyn
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| Think what could’ve been
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| What city you in?
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| I don’t wanna call you
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| Then I wanna call you
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| I miss the old you
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| I think of a message to send
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| My phone is at seven percent
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| But when I go to try to reach you
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| I never can get through
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| I was the problem
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| Self sabotaging
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| You had no option
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| You had to go
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| When you had to go
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| And I couldn’t stop it
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| I was not willing to bend
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| You said it again and again
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| You need a heart that better fits you
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| So you changed your world
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| You changed your hair
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| And the clothes you wear
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| And your pillow’s side
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| You changed your number
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| And got some friends
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| That I don’t recognize
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| But I wonder sometimes
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| Is it too late to try?
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| If I change
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| Would you change your mind?
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| Emotionally stranded
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| Left you abandoned
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| Took you for granted
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| And I should’ve listened
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| Showed my commitment
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| When you said we’re drifting
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| If we could live in reverse
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| I’d go to the part where it hurt
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| I’d go and fix the little issues
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| Before they got too big
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| Is this all your way to try to not remember me?
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| A beautiful disguise, so you’re not who you were with me?
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| But I think I know you so well
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| Enough that I think I could tell
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| Are you afraid to say you miss me?
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| 'Cause you changed your world
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| You changed your hair
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| And the clothes you wear
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| And your pillow’s side
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| You changed your number
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| And got some friends
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| That I don’t recognize
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| But I wonder sometimes
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| Is it too late to try?
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| If I change
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| Would you change your mind?
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| Change your mind
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| Yeah, you changed your world
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| You changed your hair
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| And the clothes you wear
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| And your pillow’s side
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| You changed your number
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| And got some friends
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| That I don’t recognize
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| But I wonder sometimes
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| Is it too late to try?
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| If I change
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| Would you change your mind?
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| Oh, would you change your mind?
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| Only sometimes |