| I don’t know what you’re tryin' to do
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| I don’t know what you’re tryin' to say
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| I don’t know if you’re falling asleep
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| And you just don’t wanna leave
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| I don’t know if you’re lyin' or not
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| That you just can’t find your keys
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| 'Cause they’re right next to me
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| No, I don’t know if you’re being yourself
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| In the backseat of my car (Backseat of my car)
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| I don’t know if we’re falling in love
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| I don’t know if we’re falling apart (Are we falling apart?)
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| I don’t know if you know it or not
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| Don’t know if it did it at all
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| I guess that we’ll see
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| Oh, it’s a hard crash, ain’t it?
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| When you know, you know, you know, you know
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| You know that it’s overrated
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| But you can’t escape the numbers on the phone now
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| It’s over, baby
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| So I’m breakin' all the pictures on the wall
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| But you gotta feel the high to feel the fall
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| Hard crash, ain’t it?
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| When you know, you know, you know, you know
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| You know that it’s overrated
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| But you can’t escape the numbers on the phone now
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| It’s over, baby
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| So I’m breakin' all the pictures on the wall
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| But you gotta feel the high to feel the fall
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| White sheets wrapped around your arms, darling
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| Two months, whistle in the dark
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| You keep messin' with my heart, so I
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| Keep drivin' down the boulevard
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| Oh, we took it too far
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| And I know that I’m the one to blame
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| Oh, you can call me a liar
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| But I think that you feel the same
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| Oh, it’s a hard crash, ain’t it?
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| When you know, you know, you know, you know
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| You know that it’s overrated
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| But you can’t escape the numbers on the phone now
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| It’s over, baby
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| So I’m breakin' all the pictures on the wall
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| But you gotta feel the high to feel the fall
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| Tell me if it’s my imagination
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| Whenever I call, I hear you hit the wall
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| Oh, I’m done being patient
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| I think I seen it all
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| And I’m ready to fall
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| Tell me if it’s my imagination (Fall, fall)
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| Oh, I’m done being patient (Fall, fall)
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| (Fall)
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| Oh, it’s a hard crash, ain’t it?
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| When you know, you know, you know, you know
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| You know that it’s overrated
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| But you can’t escape the numbers on the phone now
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| It’s over, baby
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| So I’m breakin' all the pictures on the wall
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| But you gotta feel the high to feel the fall |