| Bad habit’s a savage
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| My fingers are addicts
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| Oh every Saturday night
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| They find your number and type
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| Wait what the fuck did I write? |
| No
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| You played me with no parts
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| But I’m still lost in your lost cause
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| Pretending I’m cool as friends
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| While your at it again with some girl you just met
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| And I, I, I know I should probably say goodbye
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| And stop denying that it fucks with me
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| 'Cause honestly
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| I don’t wanna know
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| I don’t wanna know who
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| Who you’re holding close
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| Or who you’re coming home to
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| I don’t wanna know
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| Don’t wanna know the things you do
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna know
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| I don’t wanna know you
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| Bad habit’s a savage
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| And you got more than the average
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| No ambition, no drive
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| Big talk, Napoleon pride
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| Too scared of failing to try though
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| When I look in your dark eyes
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| I go blind to your dark side
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| 'Til your back in her arms
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| On our stools at our bar
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| As I watch from a far
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| And I, I, I know I should just gather up my pride
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| And stop denying that it fucks with me
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| 'Cause honestly
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| I don’t wanna know
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| I don’t wanna know who
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| Who you’re coming close
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| Or who you’re going home to
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| I don’t wanna know
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| Don’t wanna know the things you do
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna know
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| I don’t wanna know you
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| What the fuck am I supposed to do?
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| All my friends, yeah they’re your friends too
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| Am I supposed to just stay inside forever?
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| Where the hell is my self control?
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| That bad ass bitch don’t know where to go
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| I guess it’s time I put down my phone
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna know
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| I don’t wanna know who
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| Who you’re holding close
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| Or who you’re coming home to
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| I don’t wanna know
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| Don’t wanna know the things you do
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| I don’t wanna know
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| I don’t wanna know you
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| I don’t wanna know
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| I don’t wanna know you no more |