| Looks like a rainy day, clouds forming so grey
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| My tears falling free play
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| There’s no one here to help me
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| Stuck inside a fantasy,
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| My friends should know of you and me
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| Searching for the first piece
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| I thought you had the remedy
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| And I know you ain’t coming back
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| Even know I really want you back
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| Girl you’re something like I never had
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| Always shattered like a broken glass
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| As the storm continues to rage over my head
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| Broken, promises, all alone
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| What was one true love turns
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| To hatred over you
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| You keep on hurting me,
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| Girl I’m in a lustful world
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| And you should know
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| Girl you kill me,
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| You’re my kryptonite, hey
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| I don’t know if my baby coming back
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| Are you coming back, coming back,
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| Coming back, coming back
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| Whoa, feels like my love ain’t nothing, nothing, to you
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| Oh yeah, yeah
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| I guess I just meant nothing, nothing to you
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| Questions of the past,
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| I could see the picture clearly
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| Heart beat loud distortion
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| Love needs a cure when
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| Although you did me wrong
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| Halos and sleep over nothing
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| No resolution, just enough to break down your wall
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| No gain, not at all, show no pain
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| Let me fall,
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| And they say, you never know what you have
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| Until it’s gone, now I’m moving on
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| And you should know
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| Girl you kill me,
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| You’re my kryptonite, hey
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| I don’t know if my baby coming back
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| Are you coming back, coming back,
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| Coming back, coming back
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| Whoa, feels like my love ain’t nothing, nothing, to you
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| Oh yeah, yeah
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| I guess I just can’t love, love to you
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| Can you stand what you see
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| When you’re looking at me, change
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| Baby you’re loosing me
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| Baby you’re loosing me, oh
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| You’ve changed, you’ve changed, oh
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| You’ve changed, you’ve changed, oh
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| You’ve changed, you’ve changed,
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| You’ve changed, you’ve changed,
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| And you should know
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| Girl you kill me,
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| You’re my kryptonite, hey
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| I don’t know if my baby coming back
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| Are you coming back, coming back,
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| Coming back, coming back
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| Whoa, feels like my love ain’t nothing, nothing, to you
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| Oh yeah, yeah
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| I guess I just meant nothing, nothing to you |