| Yeah, yeah
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| Alright
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| Had a flashback, that perfume (yeah)
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| Flip you in the bed and you grabbed me soon
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| You’re in the backseat of a taxi, angry at me
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| 'Cause I didn’t help you patch your wounds
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| Whose fault is that? |
| I text you, you call me back
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| I don’t pick up, I text you back
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| And now the energy is gone, so the sex is wack (woo)
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| That’s so tragic, that’s so bad
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| I’m gon' hurt you, all you have (yeah)
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| Achey heart, Miley’s dad (ayy)
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| You want something you can’t have
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| You want me to hold you, I’ll never stay
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| I’m chasing a feeling I could describe as great
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| If you’re looking for me, you know where I’ll be
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| A million miles away
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| Just come to the hotel, park it valet
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| Don’t think 'bout the future, let’s just be here today
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| 'Cause this time tomorrow, you know where I’ll be
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| A million miles away
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| All I wanna do is get this paper, spend it with my bros
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| All you wanna do is take vacation trips, move with my flow
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| All the shit you do seems very extra, girl, can you be cool?
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| Calm down with that mixing up the alcohol and Xanax too
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| And I meet a thousand girls every time I’m on tour
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| I got security just to show them the door
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| My shit don’t stink and my future incredible
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| I think I’m next and my team think the same and so
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| You want me to hold you, I’ll never stay
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| I’m chasing a feeling I could describe as great
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| If you’re looking for me, you know where I’ll be
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| A million miles away
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| Just come to the hotel, park it valet
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| Don’t think 'bout the future, let’s just be here today
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| 'Cause this time tomorrow, you know where I’ll be
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| A million miles away
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| I’ve gave you wounds and you tell me that they will never heal
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| I got your perfume stuck up on my fuckin' sweatshirt still
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| Whatever, you’ll remember, I know you’ll pretend it’s real
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| You always had that cold-ass Michigan December feel
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| And I do not mean that last line as a compliment
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| You smile a lot, but I could tell yo' ass is not content
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| And I’ll agree that this September has been very strange
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| I’ve been lookin' in my mind and seen some scary things
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| Like that interestin' moment when the love stopped
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| Came as sudden as the dumpin' when the drums dropped
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| I moved away to a city where the summer stops
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| You text me that your iPod still up in my glove box
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| That’s just a play to spin me back into your web again
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| Your friends been puttin' stupid shit into your head again
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| So cue the cryin', cue the drugs, cue the masquerade
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| You were quittin' and I dumped you, now we’re back again
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| I’m back in D-Town for the night, here’s the scenario
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| I’m writin' at my hotel desk, I’m thinkin' very slow
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| There’s a female in my bed that I barely know
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| I just put her in my verse, that shit is very dope
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| I call you on the phone and proceed to say somethin' dumb
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| To see if I can feel somethin' other than fuckin' numb
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| You say you realize I’m the thing that you’ve been runnin' from
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| I tell you, «Baby, join the club, that’s all I’ve ever done»
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| Red wine, red roses, breakup, stripper pushin' molly pills
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| I asked you not to call me, we both know you prolly will
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| You cut me places no one sees, I know your style of play
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| Fuck this city, I’m gon' move a million miles away
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| I mean at first, you’re gonna pretend to forget about her
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| You know, I’d call her, I don’t know, whatever
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| But then, eventually, you really will forget about her
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| But what if she comes back first?
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| See, that’s the thing is somehow they know not to come back until you really
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| forget |