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Wig out on me |
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One more time, I swear |
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We'll take this outside |
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I take you to pretty places |
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You'd think you'd just take the rest in stride |
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Wrong |
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But if I'd known fucking with a payphone would've got me this |
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I would've tried sooner |
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Why can't I sleep, in here? |
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Bury me, bury me inside him |
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Familiar faces never lie |
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You think they know what's coming |
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Wrong |
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But if I'd thought keeping us apart did any good |
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I would've died sooner |
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I make you so sad |
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What can I do, what can I do? |
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I worry so bad |
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What can I do, what can I do? |
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I make you so mad |
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What can I do, what can I do? |
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I want you so bad |
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What can I do, what can I do? |
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Wig out on me |
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I don't mind, I swear |
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By now I almost like it |
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This place is fascinating when you're here |
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But when you're not, it's not |
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But if I'd known leaving every home would get me here |
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I would've gone sooner |
