| I know I said I’d fix you.
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| I know I said I’d fix you, but I did it wrong.
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| And I don’t know how to change it back around.
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| I don’t know how to change you back now.
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| But, Marissa has my seven digits.
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| She wears me like a scar, skinny jeans for looks on Friday nights.
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| I heard you’ve been kissing those weekend boys.
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| But you took all your parents money, just to go out and break the law.
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| Yeah, you took all your parents money, just to go out with your cigarettes.
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| On Friday night, I heard you’ve been kissing those weekend boys.
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| Those weekend boys, love to talk about it.
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| You’re nightwalking again.
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| You’ve lost your lovely way.
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| Out at ten, you’re out walking again.
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| But now the lights out here have made you gorgeous.
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| They treat you like a star, a pretty thing to look at on starry nights.
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| Heard you been kissing those weekend boys.
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| So we can go all day doing the same old things.
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| Until I ask if all the things have changed.
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| But that’s the scar that feels the same as ever.
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| And that’s the sunset kissing the coast. |
| (Your life, in twilight.
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| ) On Friday night, I heard you’ve been kissing those weekend boys.
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| Those weekend boys, love to talk about it.
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| You’re nightwalking again.
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| You’ve lost your lovely way.
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| When I’m out at ten, you’re out walking again.
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| I know I said I’d fix you.
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| I know I said I’d fix you, but I did it wrong.
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| And I don’t know how to change it back around.
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| I don’t know how to change you back now |