| I hate walking in the dark when i’m walking home
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| There ain’t a better place for me to feel alone
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| Used up, I don’t move much
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| You been clouding up my vision, you been blowing smoke
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| I let you closer than you should’ve gone
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| My mistake, I guess I should’ve known
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| Now I’m supposed to flex like a price check
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| But you’re like the devil, you gonna throw me to the flames, oh
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| Nothing really matters anyway
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| And I don’t want to play these fucking games no more
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| Been running round in circles every day
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| And you been on and off for a while now
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| I’m not about to drop everything
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| Yeah if I don’t mean anything then I’m already gone
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| So turn the lights out, out
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| I don’t need nobody like you
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| I’m alone and I’m doomed
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| I don’t need nobody like you
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| And I’m so sick from breathing in fumes
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| I don’t need nobody like
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| I’m drinking out here in the valley staring at my phone
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| There ain’t a better place for me to feel alone
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| Three o' clock and I’m awake and glossy-eyed
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| You got me feeling so hot and cold
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| Baby I’m tryna hit you but you mixing signals |
| I’m mixing my liquor it’s drowning my head 'cause
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| With every letter you send, I’m going insane
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| You got me feeling like I won’t ever see the end, oh
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| Nothing really matters anyway
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| You got me wrapped around your finger like a diamond ring
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| Been running round in circles every day
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| And you been on and off for a while now
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| I’m not about to drop everything
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| Yeah if I don’t mean anything then I’m already gone
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| So turn the lights out, out
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| I don’t need nobody like you
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| I’m alone and I’m doomed
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| I don’t need nobody like you
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| And I’m so sick from breathing in fumes
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| I don’t need nobody like
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| My brain: spinning seven, eight shots deep
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| My heart: pumping venom through my body
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| Wanna sleep but my eyes: bloodshot
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| Who, who’s this girl in my bed? |
| It’s not you
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| My brain: spinning seven, eight shots deep
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| My heart: pumping venom through my body
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| Wanna sleep but my eyes: bloodshot
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| Who, who’s this girl in my bed? |
| It’s not you |