| I miss the me I used to be
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| I miss you who you think you are
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| But it was never us
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| It’s all you, all you
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| Yeah
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| It’s all you, all you
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| Yeah
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| I miss me who I used to be
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| I miss you who you think you are
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| But it was never us
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| It’s all you, all you
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| Yeah
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| It’s all you, all you
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| So, I remember boxing with the heavyweight
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| They asked me if I fucked with you
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| I couldn’t seem to hesitate
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| The truth: your elusiveness
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| Got me stuck to the roofs again
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| Who does what you do how you do it
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| I can’t find a replacement
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| Gotta refine all my statements
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| I just spit a bite of regret
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| And your beauty something special
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| Swear it’s gone to my head
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| But my luck done run this marathon
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| One moment, guess you there then gone
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| When minutes pass you can’t withdraw
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| I can’t believe the time that I
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| Wasted upon your statements
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| Tryna read what wasn’t there
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| Got an inkling, and a patience, and the love from disrepair
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| But it’s like
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| Wishing on a shooting star, and hanging out at dingy bars
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| But I guess the scars will get me nowhere
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| So I’ll just box up my heart
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| I miss me who I used to be
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| I miss you who you think you are
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| But it was never us
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| It’s all you, all you
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| Yeah
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| It’s all you, all you
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| And I’m sorry that my phone died right as you were calling me
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| Either that or, I didn’t want you to talk to me
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| Filling up my head with these gray thoughts
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| All you do is remind me that it was all a dream
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| I used to read double XL magazine
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| Back when I was a freshman and you would laugh at me
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| Grew up, you stuck
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| Oh wait
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| You captured me
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| Lost in your orbit, like no escape from the gravity
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| Don’t know if I’m steady falling or I’m levitating
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| Feeling like I’m Lauryn Hill so hella miseducated
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| You said that second place is perpetually devastating
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| I thought we were meant to make it
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| Guess I get complacent
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| Forget the destination
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| Forget in separate places that we always coming from
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| I wonder how your love can hit me like a sucker punch
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| I suck it up and fuck around
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| I double down
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| I’m fuckin up
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| So I just let my phone sit in loving hopeless
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| I miss the me who I used to be
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| I miss the you who you think you are
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| But it was never us
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| It’s all you, all you
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| Yeah
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| It’s all you, all you
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| Yeah
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| I miss the me who I used to be
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| I miss the you who you think you are
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| But it was never us
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| It’s all you, all you
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| Yeah
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| It’s all you, all you
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| Oh
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| It’s all you, it was never us |