| They say one door open when another door close
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| I’m prayin' that’s the way that it goes
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| 'Cause right when I’m 'bout to turn the door knob
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| It seems it’s all locked up and the key decomposed
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| Remind me this the life that I chose
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| Go full speed
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| I can’t read the signs that say stop
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| I brush it off and try to act all nonchalant, yeah
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| I notice everything, I just act like I don’t
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| But I know what I want (I know)
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| Yeah, I know what I want (just what)
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| But I know what I want (I want)
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| But I know what I want (don't tell me, 'cause…)
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| You swear that you’re grown
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| It’s 5 in the morning
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| You won’t call, or come home
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| I’m getting really tired of it
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| All up in my phone, boy, leave it alone
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| And I’m learning, now I know
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| Should have left your ass in the friend zone
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| They say one door open when another door close
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| I’m prayin' that’s the way that it goes
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| 'Cause right when I’m 'bout to turn the door knob
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| It seems it’s all locked up and the key decomposed
|
| Remind me this the life that I chose
|
| Go full speed
|
| I can’t read the signs that say stop
|
| I brush it off and try to act all nonchalant, yeah
|
| I notice everything, I just act like I don’t
|
| But I know what I want (I know)
|
| Yeah, I know what I want (just what)
|
| But I know what I want (I want)
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| But I know what I want (don't tell me, 'cause…)
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| But I know what I want (I know)
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| Yeah, I know what I want (just what)
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| But I know what I want (I want)
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| But I know what I want (don't tell me, 'cause…)
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| I know just what I want
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| Don’t tell me, 'cause I know
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| Yeah, I know
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| Yeah, I know
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| Don’t tell me
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| I know what I want
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| Yeah, I know what I want
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| But I know what I want
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| Yeah, I know what I want
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| But I know what I want (I know)
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| Yeah, I know what I want (just what)
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| But I know what I want (I want)
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| But I know what I want (don't tell me, 'cause…)
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| You swear that you’re grown
|
| It’s 5 in the morning
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| You won’t call, or come home
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| I’m getting really tired of it
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| All up in my phone, boy, leave it alone
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| Should have left your ass in the friend zone |