| I still love you
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| I still love you
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| Stay round, put your cigarette out
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| Got your lipstick stains all over my mouth
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| Fuck you, whoa
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| Baby fuck you, whoa
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| Stay now like you never walked down
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| Need a rockstar girl to sort me out
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| Like you, whoa
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| Like you, whoa
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| I still love you
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| Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious
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| I’ll see ya later, I want
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| Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but
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| I think you hate what you want
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| Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious
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| I’ll see ya later, I want
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| Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but
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| I think you hate what you want
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| Came home to you waiting there
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| Said I changed too much and you hate my hair
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| Told my old self that you missed me
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| But I know that you’ll be listening, oh
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| I fell asleep in my jeans again
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| And the morning feels so lonely, now you’re never here
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| But your nose said I was wrong
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| But you miss me when I’m gone
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| I still love you
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| Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious
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| I’ll see ya later, I want
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| Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but
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| I think you hate what you want
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| Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious
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| I’ll see ya later, I want
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| Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but
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| I think you hate what you want |