| You think I’ll run, not walk, to you
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| Why would I want to talk to you?
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| I want you crawling back to me Down on your knees, yeah
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| Like an appendectomy
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| Sans anesthesia
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| If you think you can leave the past behind
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| You must be out of your mind
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| If you think you can simply press rewind
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| You must be out of your mind, son
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| You must be out of your mind
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| You want what you turned off turned on You call it sunset, now it’s dawn
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| You can’t go around just saying stuff
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| Because it’s pretty
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| And I no longer drink enough
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| To think you’re witty
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| If you think you can leave the past behind
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| You must be out of your mind
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| If you think you can simply press rewind
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| You must be out of your mind, son
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| You must be out of your mind
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| You want to kindle that old flame
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| I don’t remember your real name
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| It must be something scandalous
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| Lurks in your shallows
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| If you need a Santa Claus
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| To buy your gallows
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| If you think you can leave the past behind
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| You must be out of your mind
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| If you think you can simply press rewind
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| You must be out of your mind, son
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| You must be out of your mind |