| Staying up alone
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| Staring at my phone
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| But it don’t vibrate like it used to
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| Tryna fall asleep
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| But every night this week
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| It’s migraines over you
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| And the time that it takes two to become one
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| Staying up alone
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| Staring at my phone
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| But it don’t vibrate like it used to
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| Tryna fall asleep
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| But every night this week
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| It’s migraines over you
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| Staying up alone
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| Staring at my phone
|
| But it don’t vibrate like it used to
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| Tryna fall asleep
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| But every night this week
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| It’s migraines, migraines
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| Staying up alone
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| Staring at my phone
|
| But it don’t vibrate like it used to
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| Tryna fall asleep
|
| But every night this week
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| It’s migraines over you
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| And the time that it takes two to become one
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| (Staring at my phone but it don’t)
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| Waiting for that call
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| Because you know I’m bout to fall back
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| In my memories
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| Pulling an all nighter
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| As I’m laying right beside her
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| Cause I don’t wanna sleep again
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| Don’t let me keep on listening to Frank
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| Don’t let me try to figure out how much I drank
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| Don’t pass that to me I’m already way too stoned
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| If you give me one more hour I’ll be calling up her phone like
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| Staying up alone
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| Staring at my phone
|
| But it don’t vibrate like it used to
|
| Tryna fall asleep
|
| But every night this week
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| It’s migraines, migraines
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| Migraines and migraines
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| And migraines and migraines
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| And migraines and migraines
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| And migraines and migraines
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| And migraines and migraines
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| And migraines and migraines
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| And migraines and migraines
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| And migraines and migraines |