| She ask about my ex
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| I said «practice ain’t pretty»
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| Sayin' that you’re still with me
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| She broke my bank, I filled her tank
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| I don’t wanna feel her blanks
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| Run off with your candy father
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| I wish I knew you felt this way
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| I probably could’ve done something 'bout it
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| I feel so bad for Pluto
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| You matter to me
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| That’s gotta count for something
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| Ooh, you just wait 'til I’m ready
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| For the bullshit they want to see from us
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| What are you thinking about?
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| What do you put in your mouth?
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| Where are you now?
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| Put it on the internet right fuckin' now
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| Right fuckin' now, now, now
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| I heard it though it didn’t sound…
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| So grateful you’re here
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| Lazarus
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| Climb a tree in California
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| Started thinking in 3D
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| And I’ve been interstellar ever since
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| She’s quite kind on the eye, you know
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| You should see the places I would go for you
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| Screwed up in Houston
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| This feels just like fun
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| Bud picked me up
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| Took me to the studio
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| Said «empty out your cup»
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| And now I’m praying in the street
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| (Everyone can see me)
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| Tangled in my chords again
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| Think I can’t afford a friend
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| Right now
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| Stay up, I’mma try to give you a couple layups
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| Prayers got in my way
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| I can see better with my eyes closed
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| At least I like what I see better
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| And then it clicked
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| Made the sound and everything
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| I let you down when you let me in
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| Oh, oh oh oh
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| I borrowed you from the universe, so selfish
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| I know you are gone, Theresa
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| So why do you write so much?
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| I’m just tryin’a be a mother just like you
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| (I wanna be just like you) |