| You keep calling us tragic, maybe I’m fucking plastered
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| You did terrible things so, I locked you outta heaven
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| You wonder where my heart is, frozen over
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| I don’t got no time to be heartbroken
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| Like mmh, I don’t trust 'em
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| Once it’s over, once it’s finished
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| exes,
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| , at the my shows now
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| like
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| Don’t tell me you wanna be friends
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| We’ll never be friends, never be friends
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| You can bury me with my exes
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| With my exes, with my exes, yeah
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| Don’t tell me you wanna be friends
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| We’ll never be friends, never be friends
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| You can bury me with my exes
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| With my exes, with my exes, yeah yeah
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| Oh, yeah, bury me, you can bury me
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| Mmh, bury me, you can bury me
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| Leave your heart on the kitchen table when you walk in
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| 'Cause I cut mine
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| throw it back in the closet
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| So how will you remember me when we crash and burn in the street
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| And will it make a difference if I told you from the start
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| I don’t trust 'em
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| Once it’s over, once it’s finished
|
| exes,
|
| , at the my shows now
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| like
|
| Don’t tell me you wanna be friends
|
| We’ll never be friends, never be friends
|
| You can bury me with my exes
|
| With my exes, with my exes, yeah
|
| Don’t tell me you wanna be friends
|
| We’ll never be friends, never be friends
|
| You can bury me with my exes
|
| With my exes, with my exes, yeah yeah
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| Oh, yeah, bury me, you can bury me
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| Mmh, bury me, you can bury me |