| You wouldn’t be here alone
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| It’s late at night and you’re far from home
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| You know what you remind
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| Me of- me of- (me of)
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| New York in the summer time
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| Cause I know you’re cold for the rest of the year, yeah
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| You come with that drama
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| I know your momma watched all those Spanish soap operas
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| Where else could you’ve got it
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| Your family tree don’t have many leaves upon it
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| So not from your poppa
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| Rollie on my wrist Issa bus down
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| We thought we could fit but we’re stuck now
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| Thought we were snug now we’re snuffed out
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| We Squeezed into it, the blood rush now
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| It always rains when I leave New York
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| I left you mine and you gave me yours
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| Problems and answers and pain of course
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| I gave you space and it made it worse
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| Out on the stairs where you made a case
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| Same spot we got locked out and the locksmith got in with a credit card and we
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| still had to pay
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| Right there I had just to say
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| I don’t want to fight for your tough love
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| You know me I want that good stuff
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| I wanna see director cuts
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| I’ll sit and watch all the extras
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| You wouldn’t be here alone
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| Every breath they connect in the ozone
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| Every text that they sent when you almost
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| Took a step that was too big and too close
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| I wouldn’t be here alone
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| But I’m still always alone
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| Nothing seems real on my phone
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| When you planted me did you know
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| You wouldn’t be there as I grow
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| I don’t wanna fight for your tough love
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| You know me I want that good stuff
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| I feel guilty
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| I shoulda seen you were filthy
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| I shoulda known you were wilting
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| I coulda seen the ground tilting
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| Don’t touch me first
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| You’ll get what you deserve
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| I shouldn’t feed every seedling
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| I know I’m not always there when they need me
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| You wouldn’t be here alone |