| pink tires
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| i’m not the only one
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| in love with someone who lost my number and
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| i’m not the only one whose hair is going gray
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| who won’t leave the house today
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| i won’t leave the godd-mn couch
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| except to kiss you on your mouth
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| in bed, oh in bed, the kiss
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| burnt out lips
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| smile lines, balancing
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| her heart smokes in the corner
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| but only she says she likes mine
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| wants to talk about matters of hers
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| burnt out love
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| find a balance between who i was, who i wanna die as
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| my own bed, laying on the corner
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| got a couple plans to say
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| pink tires
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| am i the only one who’s been
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| photoshopped off a double platinum rap like that?
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| i’m not the only one depressed as sh-t like that
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| swear she’s gon' drive right down to me
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| tell me i was wrong
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| religion made for yourself
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| i can’t blame her, can’t blame you
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| say enough, who i am
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| prowl on my life
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| you don’t know me
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| let you into my head
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| never gonna let that happen again, yeah
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| pink tires
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| am i the only one who’s been
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| photoshopped off a double platinum rap like that?
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| i’m not the only one depressed as sh-t like that
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| you know she, she a metaphor
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| telling me you got someone to call on these low lows
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| punch drunk love, punch me in the face
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| in the front, only once
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| i know you’re not
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| strawberry freak, come kiss me and feel it
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| pink tires
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| am i the only one who’s been photoshopped out of my own life?
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| i’m not the only one depressed like this
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| depressed as sh-t
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| i’m just a puddle, a chimney, longing to pray to… |