| I remember you caught me
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| With that first cigarette I smoked
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| If you’da heard what I called you
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| You’da washed my mouth out with soap
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| I remember that curfew
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| You said, don’t you come home a minute late
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| I tell my friends all about you
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| And how you were just so lame
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| I called you all the names I could think of
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| That paint you in the most colorful light
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| I called you controlling
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| I called you mean
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| I called you everything in between
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| I couldn’t wait to break your chains
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| So I called you names
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| Now I’m here in this little one bedroom apartment
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| And I call you wondering how to
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| Get a wine stain out of the carpet
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| And we talk for an hour
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| About my heart, the rent, and the rain
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| But what I’m really trying to say
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| Is I’m sorry for the hell I raised
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| Now I call you all the names I can think of
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| That paint you in the most beautiful light
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| I call you mama, my best friend
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| My everything 'til the end
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| I call you my angel
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| I call you a saint
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| Yeah, I call you names
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| If you’d a told me how
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| I’d feel right now about you
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| And that I call you everyday
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| I woulda called you crazy
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| Now I call you all the names I can think of
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| That paint you in the most beautiful light
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| I call you mama, my best friend
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| My everything 'til the end
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| I call you my angel
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| I call you a saint
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| Yeah, I call you names
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| I call you amazing, yeah
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| I call you names |