| Check my phone
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| There’s nothing there
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| I can’t believe that I was scared
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| That you would call me after everything
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| It’s now a habit after every swing
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| Check my phone
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| There’s nothing there
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| I can’t believe I thought you cared
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| That you would call me after everything
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| It’s now a habit after every swing
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| Any time
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| I don’t wanna fuck around
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| I get lost in my mind
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| 'Cause I feel so fucking down
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| I don’t grow I don’t cry
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| When I’m fucked up off my mind
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| Anecdote is a line
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| And I do it all the time
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| And I smoke and I bite
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| Of my fingers if I try
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| Let it go let it fly
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| Of the balcony tonight
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| Let it bang in my head
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| And in agony I cry
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| Camouflage and disguise
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| Need to cover up my eyes like
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| We need to get this right
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| But I don’t wanna try
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| Somethings in my head
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| And you were there last night
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| So nothings left to say
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| But I still see your eyes
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| When I close mine
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| Check my phone
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| There’s nothing there
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| I can’t believe I thought you cared
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| That you would call me after everything
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| It’s now a habit after every swing
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| I know you won’t be calling
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| But I still check too much
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| I can feel alright but
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| Only when I’m on drugs
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| And it gets tiring sometimes
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| To know I’m not enough
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| Most time I fight it
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| Sometimes it gets too much
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| We need to get this right
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| But I don’t wanna try
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| Somethings in my head
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| And you were there last night
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| So nothings left to say
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| But I still see your eyes
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| When I close mine
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| Check my phone
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| There’s nothing there
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| I can’t believe I thought you cared
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| That you would call me after everything
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| It’s now a habit after every swing |