| Do you remember when we tore through this town
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| Like a runaway turbine blade
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| We used to own these streets
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| We used to know them all by name
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| Skipped the party just to waste the hours driving in the rain
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| When I let you take the wheel
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| You crashed right into me
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| I thought I had a chance
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| Turns out I’m just a phase
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| Maybe my friends were right
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| And there’s a devil inside of you
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| Now I’m in over my head
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| Trying hard not to let on
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| But every street just seems to lead to you
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| And the radio’s playing our song
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| I gave you my heart
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| And you sent me back a letter
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| You signed your name in your own blood
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| And said «P.S. |
| Whatever»
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| Whatever
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| I gave you my heart
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| You said «P.S. |
| Whatever»
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| Take me back to where we met
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| So I can change my lines
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| When you pretended to care
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| And I was playing it cool
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| You could’ve killed with just one smile
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| I caught you lying through your teeth
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| But still you stared me in the eye
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| Cause you’re stuck in a place
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| Between hating yourself
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| And taking it out on another guy
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| I thought I had a chance
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| Turns out I’m just a phase
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| Maybe my friends were right
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| And there’s a devil inside of you
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| Now I’m in over my head
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| Trying hard not to let on
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| But every street just seems to lead to you
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| And the radio’s playing our song
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| I gave you my heart
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| And you sent me back a letter
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| You signed your name in your own blood
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| And said «P.S. |
| Whatever»
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| Whatever
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| I gave you my heart
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| You said «P.S. |
| Whatever»
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| You always look for more attention
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| I’m blaming this on bad reception
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| You’re breaking up now
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| You’re breaking up now
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| You’re breaking up now
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| You’re out of luck
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| Always striving for perfection
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| You never seem to learn your lesson
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| Just another fool in your collection
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| You’re breaking up now
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| Breaking up now
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| Breaking up now
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| You’re breaking up now
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| So get out of my head
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| Cause you got what you want
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| And you’re looking real good in my rearview
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| And the radio’s playing my song
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| I gave you my heart
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| And you sent me back a letter
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| You signed your name in your own blood
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| And said «P.S. |
| Whatever»
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| Whatever
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| I gave you my heart
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| You said «P.S. |
| Whatever» |