| I wonder how it went this far
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| Looking at him in the back of my car
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| Thug on the radio
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| Three songs in, and away we go
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| He loves how he looks in all white
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| I loved how he looked against the sunrise
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| My hair’s still wet in a pullout bed
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| Light a cigarette
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| I’ll listen to the sirens
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| I’ll hate you back
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| I’ll love you more, you
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| Adore you, parked at the house next door
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| You walk me to the porch
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| Clothes on the floor, you’re bored
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| I don’t wanna be alive no more
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| Will you walk away? |
| Try to walk away
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| Will you walk away? |
| Try to walk away
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| Keep him all to myself
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| Dead roses that I keep up on a shelf
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| Same place, different day
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| I know there’ll be hell to pay
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| But I tighten my hold
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| Tell myself I’m in control
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| But I tighten my hold
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| Tell myself I’m in control
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| I don’t even know what’s wrong
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| Downhill since you quit your day job
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| Running out of time
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| You just said that I never even try
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| I’ll hate you back
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| I’ll love you more, you
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| Adore you, parked at the house next door
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| You walk me to the porch
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| Clothes on the floor, you’re bored
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| I don’t wanna be alive no more
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| I’ll hate you back
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| I’ll love you more, you
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| Adore you, parked at the house next door
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| You walk me to the porch
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| Clothes on the floor, you’re bored
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| I don’t wanna be alive no more
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| Five Months, four Days try’na change your ways
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| I can’t do this no more |