| I’m still trying to cut ties with my grief
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| She tailgated me
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| All the way out to the beach
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| So I dived in and I swam out pretty deep
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| But it still felt like you were
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| The only thing that could make me drown
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| And I should be used to it by now
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| But I don’t ever get used to it
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| You didn’t wanna know me anymore
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| And I got questions
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| Yeah, I’ve loved and lost before
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| But I never learned my lesson 'cause I
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| Hold on to the past like it’s a fucking prized possession
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| Miss you the most
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| But you’re just the latest ghost
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| In my collection
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| You’re just the latest ghost
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| You and all the others float through me
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| Leaving pot holes in my rib cage
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| I tried everything to make you leave
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| But I burned up all my sage
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| Oh my God, I’m so LA now
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| And I should be used to it somehow
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| I don’t ever get used to it
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| You didn’t wanna know me anymore
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| And I got questions
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| Yeah, I’ve loved and lost before
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| But I never learned my lesson 'cause I
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| Hold on to the past like it’s a fucking prized possession
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| Miss you the most
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| But you’re just the latest ghost
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| In my collection
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| You’re just the latest ghost
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| (And you see right through me)
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| (See right through me)
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| (See right through me)
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| (See right through me)
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| (See right through) |