| I retired my red lipstick 'cause you said you didn’t like it
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| I didn’t wear my high heel shoes
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| 'Cause I couldn’t be taller than you
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| I didn’t wanna lose my friends, but now it’s hard to even find them
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| It’s what you wanted, ain’t it?
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| It’s what you wanted
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| I thought I’d miss you (When it ended)
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| I thought it hurt me (But it didn’t)
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| I thought I’d miss you
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| I thought I’d miss you
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| But I miss me more
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| I miss my own beat, to my own snare drum
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| I miss me more
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| Miss my own sheets in the bed I made up
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| I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings
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| Forgot who I was before I ever kissed you
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| Yeah, I thought I’d miss you
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| But I miss me more (I miss me more)
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| I put on my old records that I hid in the back of the closet
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| And I turn them up to ten
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| And then I played them all again
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| I found my independence
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| Can’t believe I ever lost it
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| What you wanted, ain’t it?
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| It’s what you wanted
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| I thought I’d miss you (When it ended)
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| I thought it hurt me (But it didn’t)
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| I thought I’d miss you
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| Yeah, I thought I’d miss you
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| But I miss me more
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| I miss my own beat, to my own snare drum
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| (I miss me more)
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| Miss my own sheets in the bed I made up
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| I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings
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| Forgot who I was before I ever kissed you
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| Yeah, I thought I’d miss you
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| But I miss me more (I miss me more)
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| I thought I’d miss you
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| I thought it hurt me
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| And I’d wanna kiss you
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| I thought I’d miss you
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| But I miss me more
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| I miss my own beat, to my own snare drum
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| (I miss me more)
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| Miss my own sheets in the bed I made up
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| I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings
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| Forgot who I was before I ever kissed you
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| And I thought I’d miss you
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| But I miss me more
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| (I miss me more)
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| (I miss me more)
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| (I miss me more) |