| Well every once in awhile she’ll find my number in her phone and we’ll talk for
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| hours
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| She’ll tell me things I would have never known about when we were together
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| She’s saying sorry, it’s just such a long walk home
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| So she’s coming over cause it’s better than being alone
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| Well I will move to the city and I will sleep on a bench in central park
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| And I will make new friends and we can keep all our things in shopping carts
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| And when the cops come to find me new friends will hide me
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| We will steal whatever we need for fun
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| And if they get suspicious it means all my new friends will run
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| Well I’m not gonna sit here and deny what I think I felt
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| I want what we had, just wanna feel it with someone else
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| I’m not gonna sit here and deny what I’m pretty sure I felt
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| I want what we had, just wanna feel it with someone else
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| Well every once in a while she’ll stumble on my number in her phone
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| And she drinks too much, and I’ve gotta get my number out of her phone
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| Because she has the nerve to call me and tell me she loves me
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| and that she’s tired of being alone
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| So she’s coming over because I’m a bitch and don’t know how to say no
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| I just wasn’t ready
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| I just wasn’t cool yet
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| I didn’t know what I wanted
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| But I should have known
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| What I would probably get
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| I just wasn’t ready
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| I just wasn’t cool yet
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| I didn’t know what I wanted
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| But I should have known
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| What I would probably get
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| I just wasn’t ready
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| I just wasn’t cool yet
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| I didn’t know what I wanted
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| But I should have known
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| What I would probably get
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| I just wasn’t ready
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| I just wasn’t cool yet
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| I didn’t know what I wanted
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| But I should have known
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| What I would probably get
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| I’m not gonna sit here and deny what I’m pretty sure I felt
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| I want what we had, just wanna feel it with someone else. |