| We’ll reformat it in a bit
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Sometimes I wish that we could
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| Run free in a field where the
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| Weights of the world were nothing and
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| When I feel your voice and breath upon my check
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| Lying in this crowded bed, this feels true
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| I’m a fool
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| 'Cause then that phone gets to ringing
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| And that door gets to knocking
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| I whisper for you to lock it
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| Say I’m the only one you wanted
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| But we all have different options
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| Girls from my past feel like they can walk out and walk in and it hurts
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| I feel like since no one sees me cry
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| That they think heart is metal and I must be AI
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| That explains all the times
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| That they push my buttons, push me 'round
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| Throw weight on me, push me down, even you
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| Sometimes I wish that we could
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| Run free in a field where the
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| Weights of the world were nothing and
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| When I feel your voice and breath upon my check
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| Lying in this crowded bed, this feels true
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| I’m a fool
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| You say you trust me, you show you don’t
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| You say you’ll do anything for me but then you won’t
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| We keep struggling with the same struggles
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| You’re doing things that people do to you when they don’t love you
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| But I try to look past, keep it positive
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| Even though everyone around me treats me like a landfill
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| Like fuck that field, put they garbage in it
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| Swear I didn’t come from nothing just to have something that ain’t real
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| Rather go back to having nothing with my thoughts in that field
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| Sometimes I wish that we could
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| Run free in a field where the
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| Weights of the world were nothing and
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| When I feel your voice and breath upon my check
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| Lying in this crowded bed, this feels true
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| I’m a fool for the love that I share
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| I got niggas bumpin' your shit, bro, in here, bro
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| Oh, say that, bro
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| That’s love
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| Nigga, I got all the guards
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| I got all the guards playin' it, nigga |