| Take me back to the Sundays
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| Sleeping off the shots
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| Now you’re up and running out the door at 9 o’clock
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| Brown boxes, shuffle and repeat
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| Waiting for the wreck is so exhausting
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| Made it clear that I’m here for you
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| No tears, I just need to truth
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| Are you tired of me lately?
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| Are you tired of me lately, baby?
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| You’re such a liar and I don’t buy it baby
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| Are you tired of me lately, baby?
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| Take me back to the fun days
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| Flippin' on the block
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| Waiting for your phone call every night at 10 o’clock
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| I’m exhausted, been crying to sleep
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| Clicking on the past is so haunting
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| Every year I was here for you
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| No fear, just give me the truth
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| Are you tired of me lately?
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| Are you tired of me lately, baby?
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| You’re such a liar and I don’t buy it baby
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| Are you tired of me lately, baby?
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| Are you tired of me?
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| Are you tired of me lately?
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| Are you tired of me lately?
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| Are you tired of me?
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| Are you tired of me? |
| Yeah
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| Are you tired of me?
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| Are you tired, baby? |
| Yeah |