| I talk to my walls about you
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| Pretty sure they’re tired of hearing it
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| I talk to my walls about you
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| Now all four know your name
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| I talk to my walls about you
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| And I think they agree the room doesn’t feel the same
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| And there’s only you to blame
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| Oh, oh
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| I talk to my friends about you
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| Pretty sure they’re tired of hearing it
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| I say I met a guy, and he treats me real nice
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| Which is good for a change
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| I talk to my friends about you
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| And I think they agree my exes weren’t always great
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| And I don’t really buy into fate
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| But you tell me I’m pretty
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| And you don’t ask for too much
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| 'Cause you know and I know
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| That promises sometimes can hurt
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| When it’s barely begun
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| And I don’t want this to fall through
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| Collapsing is what I’m used to
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| But we’re all in agreement
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| This is something I should hold onto
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| Mmm, mmm, mmm
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| I talk to my mom about you
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| She thinks you sound wonderful
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| I talk to my mom about you
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| And I tell her you are
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| I talk to my mom about you
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| And I think we agree I found what I was looking for
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| And now I know for sure
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| 'Cause you tell me I’m pretty
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| And you don’t ask for too much
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| 'Cause you know and I know
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| That promises sometimes can hurt
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| When it’s barely begun
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| And I don’t want this to fall through
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| Collapsing is what I’m used to
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| But we’re all in agreement
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| This is something I should hold onto |