| I said I woke up hung over on the weekend
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| Slept my days away
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| It’s 3:30 in the p.m. |
| dreaming of the words I wish I could say
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| And so I was thinking everything was just right smooth
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| Thinking that you was in just the right mood but
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| All along I’m rolling 'round in the wrong
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| 'Cause I never got no call from you
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| Alright
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| Now tell me what it was I was supposed to do
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| I was wasted away in my head
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| Was it the rose petaling or the door opening or a little love letter instead
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| And indeed I couldn’t read between the lines no
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| I’m feeling a bit confused
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| But I said now what to do
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| When I finally get the message clear
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| It’s just a sweet goodbye from you
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| I was under the impression
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| That we was doing it right
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| I said I woke up in the mornin on a weekday
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| Had this feelin in my head
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| I rolled over and under my covers
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| Was a strange girl layin in my bed
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| Come on two years later she’s sayin she loves me
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| I really don’t know just what to do
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| I feel like I love her but under my covers
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| I’ll never say goodbye to you
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| I said now could you run it by me just one more time
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| I really wasn’t sure of what you said
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| I was too busy getting caught up in the lies
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| From the sweet other side of my bed
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| I said now I could never imagine or even possibly fathom
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| The day that you would turn away
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| But I realize that when you’re walking
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| And I’m doing all the talking
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| That you never had no words to say |