| You’re trying to remember
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| Why you cut all your hair
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| Were you trying to be someone you weren’t?
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| You don’t hang around the old haunts anymore
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| No, all of those bridges are burned
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| He doesn’t like to share you
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| He likes your hair short
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| You’re not you, you’re not you anymore
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| You’re not you, you’re not you anymore
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| So take off that necklace he stole from his mother
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| It doesn’t mean what it meant before
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| Pack up your picture
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| And gather all your clothes
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| But leave that lingerie that he bought you on the floor
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| It made you so awkward, you felt like a whore
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| It’s not you, it’s not you anymore
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| It’s not you, it’s not you anymore
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| Girl, you need to be patient
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| The day’s gonna come
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| You’ll leave your old baggage behind
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| No more excuses, no more denial
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| You’re tired and you’re drawing the line
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| You’re nobody’s lapdog
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| You’re closing that door
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| You’re not you, you’re not you anymore
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| You’re not you, you’re not you anymore
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| Oh, no |