| Ran into you, yet again, too soon for me
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| You pretended that we were friends
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| Don’t forget, I found out you were getting around and
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| Then moved away to leave all your sins
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| Well, I hope you stay gone
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| I got your voicemail
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| No thanks, I won’t return it
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| You want your things back?
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| I might’ve left ‘em burning
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| So, enjoy yourself. |
| I hope you enjoy yourself
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| I don’t miss the times, and I’m not too surprised
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| To see that you’re looking pretty rough
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| It was so long ago, and your band was a joke
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| But I guess a lesson’s something to love
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| Well, this wasn’t awkward
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| I got your voicemail
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| No thanks, I won’t return it
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| You want your things back?
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| I might’ve left ‘em burning
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| So, enjoy yourself. |
| I hope you enjoy yourself
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| And on the drive home from Atlanta, swore I’d never look back
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| Hope you got just what you wanted, what you couldn’t have
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| What you did is what you’ll get |