| I really thought we were friends
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| But you just, you do be out here betraying me and sh- um
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| Okay, bye
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| Bitch, move please, I need to go fast
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| Break hearts like a thirty meter dash
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| My heart needs a set of kneepads
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| I keep falling and it ain’t gon' be my last
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| Bitch, move please, I need to go fast
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| Break hearts like a thirty meter dash
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| My heart needs a set of kneepads
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| I keep falling and it ain’t gon' be my last
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| No room, no table for two
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| I feel squeezed like the soles of my shoes, yeah
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| Take a guess and guess again
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| I know that you think I’m a mess
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| But that’s just really your friends
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| Yeah, I’m tryna skate real late
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| Don’t worry, yeah, just kill the brakes, no mistakes
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| Or I’ma feel this all again in the morning
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| Yeah, come sunrise, I’ma be snoring
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| Bitch, move please, I need to go fast
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| Break hearts like a thirty meter dash
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| My heart needs a set of kneepads
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| I keep falling and it ain’t gon' be my last
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| Two things I forgot to mention
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| Who the fuck don’t bring a dish to the function?
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| And possibly, these are my weaknesses all packaged into poetry
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| What a shitty anthology, I mean, shit
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| I love the way you talk about nothing at all
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| I’m tryna work this out, but it’s not your fault
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| Bitch, move please, I need to go fast (Zoom-zoom)
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| Break hearts like a thirty meter dash (The Olympics)
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| My heart needs a set of kneepads (Okay)
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| I keep falling and it ain’t gon' be my last
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| I love the way you talk about nothing at all
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| I love the way you talk about nothing at all |