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Call Yourself a Lover

Call yourself a lover, but you fucked up the game
It’s quarter to eleven and I don’t need you to stay now
'Cause if you can turn a feeling off that fast, well you’re dead and gone to me
now
Breaking off a summer drought when the truth comes out
Call yourself a lover, but you don’t call me
You call yourself a lover, but everything was fake
Acting like an actor who just can’t raise the stakes
Well you were just another day in all the lives of my mistakes
Breaking off a summer drought, now the truth comes out
Well you were just another day in all the lives of my mistakes
I’m washing these sheets seventy times
Salting the wounds that will make bad lies
Back on the table hypnotised
Call yourself a lover
You called yourself a lover
I’m washing these sheets seventy times
Salting the wounds that will make bad lies
You call yourself a lover, but you don’t call me