| Since you left, I’ve been holding on to a memory
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| Since you walked out that door (Yeah)
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| And you said I changed and you’re so damn sick of me
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| You’re not mine anymore, 2−3-4
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| Woah, woah
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| She said you need to let me go
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| Woah, woah
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| She said I’d die for you, you’re like my drug but I can’t get high off you
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| You’re not mine anymore
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| Ayy, I still remember what you wore on the first night
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| Still remember how that black dress had your curves right
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| Still remember smokin' just to calm my nerves
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| 'Til you had to leave and grabbed your purse, I grabbed first
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| Uh, it’s no words, yeah, it’s just her
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| Body against mine, makeup on my shirt
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| Lipstick on my neck, whiskey on my breath
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| Taking pictures in the moment so we don’t forget, yeah
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| Woah, woah
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| She said you need to let me go
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| Woah, woah
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| She said I’d die for you, you’re like my drug but I can’t get high off you
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| You’re not mine anymore
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| And I can’t be myself without you
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| I am not well
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| Okay, I said that before but
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| I need you now, yeah
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| Woah, woah
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| She said you need to let me go
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| Woah, woah
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| She said I’d die for you, you’re like my drug but I can’t get high off you
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| You’re not mine anymore
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| Since you left, I’ve been holding on to a memory
|
| Since you walked out that door
|
| And you said I changed and you’re so damn sick of me
|
| You’re not mine anymore
|
| Woah, woah
|
| She said you need to let me go
|
| Woah, woah
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| She said I’d die for you, you’re like my drug but I can’t get high off you
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| You’re not mine anymore |