| I’m triggered at the worst times from the small things
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| And the short flings, so I do no strings
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| Flashing back, seeing black, heart attack
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| When you smile at me
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| So I try and keep my distance, no commitments
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| I’m indifferent and you’re no different
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| I’ll let you go 'cause I know
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| That it won’t ever work for me
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| The side effects that lovin' left inside my head
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| They’re all I have, they got me bad
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| I’ve given up on wanting more, been hurt before
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| Can’t get attached, I’m over that
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| Post-Traumatic Lov Disorder
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| Gotta confess, I’m really mssed
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| My heart is broken, out of order
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| You should run while you can
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| Post-Traumatic Love Disorder
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| Gotta confess, I’m really messed
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| My heart is broken, out of order
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| So you should run while you can
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| So you should run while you can
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| You tell me that you’re not like the other guys
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| But I’ve seen those eyes, here come the white lies
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| Let me down, but I won’t be around
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| And that’s fine with me
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| I’ve been there, done that, I won’t go back
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| It’s a hard pass, 'cause it won’t last
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| Fool me once, fool me twice on the side
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| Put the shame on me
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| The side effects that lovin' left inside my head
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| They’re all I have, they got me bad
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| I’ve given up on wanting more, been hurt before
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| Can’t get attached, I’m over that
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| Post-Traumatic Love Disorder
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| Gotta confess, I’m really messed
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| My heart is broken, out of order
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| You should run while you can
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| Post-Traumatic Love Disorder
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| Gotta confess, I’m really messed
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| My heart is broken, out of order
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| So you should run while you can
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| So you should run while you can
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| Post-Traumatic Love Disorder
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| Gotta confess, I’m really messed
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| My heart is broken, out of order
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| You should run while you can
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| Post-Traumatic Love Disorder
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| Gotta confess, I’m really messed
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| My heart is broken, out of order
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| So you should run— |