| I know you’ve been burnt before
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| All your memories burnt to disc, I got the mp4s
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| I can see the hurt you store
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| I can see it wouldn’t fit If you kept it analog
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| Oh my god (oh my god)
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| Let me go (let me go)
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| It takes a long time to flip it on a broken love
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| But every time I come around
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| I can tell you like that song
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| It’s like a game the way you play it when you turn it on
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| Through the archive I have scrolled
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| Through the names and ways to say how a love went wrong
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| I told you not to play this one
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| It’s not that I hate the sound
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| But every time the lyrics come
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| I can hear you say we’re done
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| And my heart trips the beat when I think of us
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| It skips and repeats, can’t make it stop
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| These scratched up CD’s stacked up in my car
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| Scoring the scene of a broken love
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| Oh my god, I been running from a
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| Let me go, sick of dealin' with this
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| Took a long time to flip it on a
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| You’ll be gone, I just came up from this (broken love)
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| Oh my god, I been running from a (broken love)
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| Let me go, sick of dealin' with this (broken love)
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| Took a long time to flip it on a (broken love)
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| You’ll be gone, I just came up from this
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| I can tell you like that song
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| It’s like a game the way you play it when you turn it on
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| Through the archive I have scrolled
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| Through the names and ways to say how a love went wrong
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| I told you not to play this one (don't play that one)
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| It’s not that I hate the sound (I don’t hate the sound)
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| But every time the lyrics come
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| I can hear you say we’re done
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| Hear my heart trip the beat when I think of us
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| Ooh it skips and repeats, can’t make it stop
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| These scratched up CD’s stacked up in my car
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| Scoring the scene of a broken love |