| I play jazz on the saxophone
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| With your love I couldn’t ask for more
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| They’ll never get me back I’m gone
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| I tell em my girl waiting for me back at home
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| Cold nights you sat back at my side
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| Cold nights now passion lack in my eyes
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| Summer days driving with the top taken off
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| Some are days forgotten other moments that are lost
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| Pictures of you painted on my wall
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| Now it’s pictures I can’t delete though it’s pain seeing them all
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| Falling in love behind closed doors
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| I’m just falling behind doors closing more and more
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| Moments I told myself that I would leap for
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| Now it’s days in my room it’s like time springs forward
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| Times we wanted to tell everyone about each other
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| Now it’s moments in time I can’t ever tell to another
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| I play jazz on the saxophone
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| My girl waiting for me back at home
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| Play jazz on the saxophone
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| Always good in the beginning that’s a fact that’s known
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| I know I couldn’t ask for more
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| Then girls come around and it’s back old me
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| Take her back to my room
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| Should I tell her that I gotta girl back at home
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| Read your messages in your voice every time
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| Red flags every time you rewind in your mind
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| May I remind you times of blue skies
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| Couldn’t lie cover revealed I blew the disguise
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| Though it’s clear how the tears would stream from your eyes
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| No clearer decision than when you no longer want to try
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| And I can’t lie it was the green that would tempt me
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| At the same time I seen my greed cause your envy
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| I was thinking simply lay it down gently
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| Student of the game with no proof to a theory
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| Perfect came slower than a purple tape
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| Though I started fighting for your love like a Purple Heart soldier
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| Know I lost focus
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| It’s starting to seem hopeless
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| Chances I lost outweigh the chances I took
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| I’m rambling feel like I tried everything in the book
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| I’m not as good as I look
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| I’m rappin into the hook
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| I play blues on the saxophone
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| With the news you would never come back I’m torn
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| And now I’m coming back alone
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| And she just up and left, nothing packed or gone
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| I play jazz on the saxophone
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| Did you bad you ain’t ask for none
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| And now I’m coming back alone
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| And she just up and left, nothing packed or gone
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| I play jazz on the saxophone
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| My girl waiting for me back at home
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| Play jazz on the saxophone
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| Always good in the beginning that’s a fact known
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| Whether she leave or stay one of them gon' be the best thing for you
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| Just make sure it’s the right choice man |