| Do you ever think of me when you lie,
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| Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies?
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| And I knew better than to look in your eyes
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| They only pretend you would be mine
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| And oh how you made me believe
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| You had me caught in every web that you weave
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| But do you ever think of me when you lie,
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| Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies?
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| You could never make eye contact
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| Everything you got was based off of my contacts
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| You a fraud, but I’mma remain icon-stat
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| Balenciaga’s on my boots with the python strap
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| You was caught up in the rush, and you was caught up in the thrill of it
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| You was with me way before I hit a quarter mil' in it
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| Put you in the crib and you ain’t never pay a bill in it
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| I was killin' it, man you got me poppin' pills in it
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| I told Baby hit you, I said this nigga buggin'
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| Cause I was doing it for us, I told 'em fuck the public
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| Couldn’t believe that I was home alone contemplating
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| Overdosin', no more coastin', no more toastin' over oceans
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| They say you don’t know what you got 'til it’s gone
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| They say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn
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| But there was something I should’ve asked all along
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| I’mma ask on the song
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| Do you ever think of me when you lie,
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| Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies?
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| And I knew better than to look in your eyes
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| They only pretend you would be mine
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| And oh how you made me believe
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| You had me caught in every web that you weave
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| But do you ever think of me when you lie,
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| Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies?
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| I just figured if you saw me, if you looked in my eyes
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| You’d remember our connection and be freed from the lies
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| I just figured I was something that you couldn’t replace
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| But there was just a blank stare and I couldn’t relate
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| I just couldn’t understand and I couldn’t defend
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| What we had, what we shared, and I couldn’t pretend
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| When the tears roll down it’s like you ain’t even notice em
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| If you had a heart, I was hoping you that would’ve showed it some
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| What the fuck you really telling me, what you telling me
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| I could tell you lying, get the fuck out, don’t yell at me
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| I ain’t mean to cut you, I ain’t wanna catch a felony
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| This ain’t How To Be A Player, you ain’t Bill Bellamy
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| They say you don’t know what you got 'til it’s gone
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| They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn
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| But there was something that I should’ve asked all along
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| I’mma ask on the song
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| So does she know I’ve been in that bed before
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| A thousand count, and not a single thread of truth
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| If I was just another girl
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| Then I’m ashamed to say that I’m not over you
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| There’s one thing I need to know
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| So call me, when you’re not so busy just thinking of yourself
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| Do you ever think of me when you lie,
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| Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies?
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| And I knew better than to look in your eyes
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| They only pretend you would be mine
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| And oh how you made me believe
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| You had me caught in every web that you weave
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| But do you ever think of me when you lie,
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| Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies? |