| Help me make it through the night
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| I just needa feel alive
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| Don’t look at me with the same eyes
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| You looked at me when we said goodbye
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| Kiss the lips that sold the lies
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| Arms I died in a thousand times
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| Excuses I made for you
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| Trying to fix a heart I didn’t bruise
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| I could be good for you
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| You only love me when I’m gone
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| You only love me when I’m gone
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| Call me every time I sail on
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| You pull me in
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| Bring me ashore
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| But I can’t swim no more
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| The night is young
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| The drinks is cold
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| Ya textin' me to come back home
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| Said ya hate sleepin' alone
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| Last I heard you remarried
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| Does he make ya happy?
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| In ya eyes all I see, regret and misery
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| Excuses made for you
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| Heart I didn’t bruise
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| I could be good for you
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| You only love me when I’m gone
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| You only love me when I’m gone
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| Call me every time I sail on
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| You pull me in
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| Bring me ashore
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| But I can’t swim no more
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| Hold on, I’ll be right back
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| I gotta…
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| I just gotta take this phone call
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| Nah, you trippin' it’s somebody else
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| Hello?
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| Why’d you fuckin' text me?
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| You got some kind of fucking app? |
| The «Solomon Is Happy» app?
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| The «Solomon Is Out Chillin' with His Friends» app?
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| To alert you to shit all over my happiness?
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| You know you do this shit every time
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| Every fucking' time.
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| But you can’t do this to me anymore
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| Cause next week I’m changing my number
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| And as a matter of fact, I’m moving back to California
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| And I’ll be 10 thousand
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| 4 trillion, gabillion, million miles
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| From you, New York, this street
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| These dogs that shit all over the sidewalk
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| And this fucking restaurant!
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| You only love me when I’m gone
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| Call me every time I sail on
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| You pull me in
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| Bring me ashore
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| But I can’t swim no more
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| You only love me when I’m gone
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| Call me every time I sail on
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| You pull me in
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| Bring me ashore
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| But I can’t swim no more |