| There goes my 4 AMs with all my friends and the sunrise
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| And there goes my guitar dreams
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| My fast machines, my Mary Jane buy
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| And maybe I was wishing for the wrong things, the wrong things
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| Maybe I was seeing things the wrong way, the wrong way
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| Maybe you were everything I wanted this whole time
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| It looks like so called perfect life
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| There goes my aching head
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| Who’s that in my bed?
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| What if I do moments?
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| There goes my long rides home
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| No one on the phone
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| And nobody waiting
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| Maybe I was wishing for the wrong things, the wrong things
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| Maybe I was seeing things the wrong way, the wrong way
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| Maybe you were everything I wanted this whole time
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| It looks like so called perfect life
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| Here comes not getting dressed
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| Sunday morning stay in beds
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| Turn off our phones
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| Ignore our friends
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| Even you
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| Maybe I was wishing for the wrong things, the wrong things
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| Maybe now I’ve finally found the right thing, the right thing
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| Maybe you were everything I wanted this whole time
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| It looks like so called perfect
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| Maybe I was wishing for the wrong things, the wrong things
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| Maybe now I finally found the right thing, the right thing
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| Maybe you were everything I wanted this whole time
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| It looks like so called perfect life
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| Here comes my baby girl
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| Got her momma’s curls and a million hearts breaking |