Lyrics
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She
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told
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me
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put
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my
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heart
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in
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the
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bag
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and
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nobody
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gets
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hurt
|
now
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I'm
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running
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from
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her
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love,
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I'm
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not
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fast
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so
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I'm
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making
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it
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worse
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now
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I'm
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digging
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up
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a
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grave,
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from
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my
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past
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I'm
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a
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whole
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different
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person
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it's
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a
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gift
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and
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a
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curse
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but
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I
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cannot
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reverse
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it
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I
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can't
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reverse
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it
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It
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was
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a
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gift
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and
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a
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curse
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and
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now
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I'm
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drinking
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too
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much,
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so
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I'ma
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talk
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with
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Lyrics
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a
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slur
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last
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time
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I
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saw
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you
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it
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ended
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in
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a
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blur
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I
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woke
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up
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in
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a
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hearse
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she
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said
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"you
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loved
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me
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first"
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One
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thing
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my
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dad
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told
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me
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was
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"never
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let
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your
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woman
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know
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when
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you're
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insecure,"
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So
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I
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put
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Gucci
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on
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the
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fur,
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and
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I
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put
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my
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wrist
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on
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iceberg
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One
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thing
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my
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heart
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tells
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me
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is
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"Flex
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on
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a
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hoe
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every
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time
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they're
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insecure"
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I
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guess
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you
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came
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through
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Lyrics
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I'm
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running
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from
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you
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Was
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your
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love
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for
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real?
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Is
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your
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love
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really
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true?
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She
|
told
|
me
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put
|
my
|
heart
|
in
|
the
|
bag,
|
and
|
nobody
|
gets
|
hurt
|
Now
|
I'm
|
running
|
from
|
her
|
love
|
I'm
|
not
|
fast
|
So
|
I'm
|
making
|
it
|
worse
|
Now
|
I'm
|
digging
|
up
|
a
|
grave,
|
from
|
my
|
past
|
I'm
|
a
|
whole
|
different
|
person
|
It's
|
a
|
gift
|
and
|
a
|
curse
|
but
|
I
|
cannot
|
reverse
|
it
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You
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gave
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me
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the
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runaround
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I
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really
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hate
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the
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runaround
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you
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really
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got
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me
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paranoid
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I
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always
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keep
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a
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gun
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around
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you
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always
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give
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me
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butterflies
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when
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you
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come
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around,
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when
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you
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come
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around,
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when
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you
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come
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around
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You
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let
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me
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know
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love
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is
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not
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the
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answer,
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not
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the
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answer,
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not
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the
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answer
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I
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love
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to
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do
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drugs
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so
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mind
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my
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manners
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I
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get
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high
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when
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you
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don't
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decide
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to
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answer
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Phone
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home,
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I
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need
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to
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phone
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home
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I'm
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Lyrics
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throwing
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rocks
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at
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your
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window,
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I
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need
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to
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go
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home
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I
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don't
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wanna
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leave
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I
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just
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wanna
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be
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with
|
you
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She
|
told
|
me
|
put
|
my
|
heart,
|
in
|
the
|
bag
|
And
|
nobody
|
gets
|
hurt
|
Now
|
I'm
|
running
|
from
|
her
|
love,
|
I'm
|
not
|
fast
|
So
|
I'm
|
making
|
it
|
worse
|
Now
|
I'm
|
digging
|
up
|
a
|
grave,
|
from
|
my
|
past
|
I'm
|
a
|
whole
|
different
|
person
|
It's
|
a
|
gift
|
and
|
a
|
curse
|
But
|
I
|
cannot
|
reverse
|
it
|
|