| Never wanted to come here, tried my best to stay home
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| But it’s a Friday night and you’re on my mind
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| But you’re not here, you’re not here
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| Six months gone so fast now, one more year left to go
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| But this room I’m in or where we might stand
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| Girl I don’t know, how should I know
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| Never take you there, the place where we first met
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| Would you still paint me as someone else instead
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| Still paint me as somone else instad
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| Still paint me if you know where this would get
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| If you know where this would get
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| And these first times were ours, was recharging my power
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| But this lullaby turned into sweet goodbye
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| Tore us apart, us apart
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| Never take you there, the place where we first met
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| Would you still paint me as someone else instead
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| Still paint me as someone else instead
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| Still paint me if you know where this would get
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| If you know where this would get
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| Cause' that weekend, it was so easy
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| We had a lot just for our own
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| And as you left to try and be free
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| What I’d give to come back home
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| To take you there, the place where we first met
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| Would you still paint me as someone else instead
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| Still paint me as someone else instead
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| Still paint me if you know where this would get
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| If you know where this would get |