| You make me wanna move, yes, you, to a new neighborhood
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| 'Cause this ain’t good
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| You keep on popping up in my favorite coffee shop
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| 'Cause you know I live down the block
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| Stop
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| But you keep on creeping
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| I keep on seeing you every goddamn day
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| No, I don’t miss you, don’t wanna kiss you
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| We’ll never be «us» again
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| I wish you well
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| But there’s no chance in hell
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| It got too messy, now you’re obsessing, but
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| I want no muss, no fuss, no us
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| Seems to me you’re suddenly at every party
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| Haunting me like some kind of ghost
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| I’ve noticed recently you love my favorite place to drink
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| Act like it’s your regular spot
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| It’s not
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| But you keep on creeping
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| I keep on seeing you every goddamn day
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| No, I don’t miss you, don’t wanna kiss you
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| We’ll never be «us» again
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| I wish you well
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| But there’s no chance in hell
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| It got too messy, now you’re obsessing, but
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| I want no muss, no fuss, no us
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| Classic
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| You want what you can’t have
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| Tragic
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| Had it, passed it up, now there’s no-
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| Classic
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| You want what you can’t have
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| Tragic
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| Had it, passed it up, now there’s no us
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| I wish you well
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| But there’s no chance in hell
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| It got too messy, now you’re obsessing, but
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| I want no muss, no fuss, no us
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| I wish you well
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| But there’s no chance in hell
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| It got too messy, now you’re obsessing, but
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| I want no muss, no fuss, no us |