| I don’t wake up in the morning like I used to
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| People change and it feels unusual
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| Not been the same since San Francisco
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| I guess I’m strange
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| Changing clothes to the tees with the stripes on
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| Baggy jeans with the Air Force, the white ones
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| How’d you feel 'bout the Con’s with the high tops?
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| (Yeah)
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| Now you’re gone, said you missed me
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| Now I’m all tryna fix things
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| And you hate me now, you’re sober
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| I thank to fuck it’s over
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| Now you’re gone, said you missed me
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| Now I’m all tryna fix things
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| And you dress me up to shoot me down
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| And that’s why hats don’t suit me now
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| Somedays, you say things you already told me
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| Pictures of you I just keep on holdin'
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| Lost in my room 'cause you said I’m a boomer
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| Keepin' me glued with your shit sense of humour
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| I’m all on my own for the weekend, baby
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| Won’t you come up for the weekend, baby?
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| Haven’t been up just to see me lately
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| Startin' to think that you hate me
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| Maybe she’s a Rottweiler with a heart of gold (Heart of gold)
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| She’ll know what she wants to know (Wants to know)
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| Fucked me when she stole the show (Stole the show)
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| Get a mask, screamin', «Go, go, go, go, go» (Yeah)
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| Now you’re gone, said you missed me
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| Now I’m all tryna fix things
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| And you hate me now, you’re sober
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| I thank to fuck it’s over
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| Now you’re gone, said you missed me
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| Now I’m all tryna fix things
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| And you dress me up to shoot me down
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| And that’s why hats don’t suit me now |