| You got a nerve
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| Giving me the cold shoulder
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| Giving me the twice over, that’s not deserved
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| We’ll talk, again when you’re sober
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| You said I’ve got cold, our heat has gone
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| I wanna be your eyes; |
| that you can’t see, what you’ve done
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| I wanna be your ears; |
| that you can’t hear, everything that’s been missing
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| Finders keepers, will you keep me in mind?
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| I like secrets 'cause they keep me in line
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| Old habits die hard, but I’m too young to die
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| I guess it’s a mess
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| That you make your bed
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| So why are we still laying in it
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| And I could barely sleep, I could barely eat
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| And its been three whole weeks since I heard you speak
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| So you’re sober today, feeding months of bills to break
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| Oh I love mistakes, especially ones you’ve made
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| Especially ones you’ve made
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| (I bet you’re sorry)
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| Finders keepers, will you keep me in mind?
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| I like secrets 'cause they keep me in line
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| Old habits die hard, but I’m too young to die
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| Finders keepers, the whole thing is a lie
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| You won’t find her 'cause she’s too hard to find
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| Take my advice and boy run a mile
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| And have another drink
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| And then think this one over
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| You’ll dig yourself a grave, everyday, when you’re sober
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| Do you see what I mean?
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| At your best interest when all over… me
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| I could never be what you need
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| Finders keepers, will you keep me in mind?
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| I like secrets 'cause they keep me in line
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| Old habits die hard, but I’m too young to die
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| Finders keepers, the whole thing is a lie
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| You won’t find her
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| Cause she’s too hard to find
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| So my advice; |
| boy run a mile
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| And I bet you guessed me right
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| (you guess me, yes, you guessed me right)
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| I bet you guessed me right |