| Talkin' in my sleep at night, makin' myself crazy
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| (Out of my mind, out of my mind)
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| Wrote it down and read it out, hopin' it would save me
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| (Too many times, too many times)
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| My love
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| He makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else
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| But, my love
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| He doesn't love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself
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| One: Don't pick up the phone
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| You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone
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| Two: Don't let him in
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| You have to kick him out again
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| Three: Don't be his friend
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| You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'
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| And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pullin' me backwards
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| (Nowhere to turn) No way
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| (Nowhere to turn) No
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| Now I'm standin' back from it, I finally see the pattern
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| (I never learn, I never learn)
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| But, my love (Love)
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| He doesn't love me, so I tell myself
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| I tell myself, I do, I do, I do
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| One: Don't pick up the phone
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| You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone
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| Two: Don't let him in
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| You have to kick him out again
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| Three: Don't be his friend
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| You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
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| And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| Practice makes perfect
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| I'm still tryna learn it by heart
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| (I got new rules, I count 'em)
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| Eat, sleep and breathe it
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| Rehearse and repeat it, 'cause I
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| (I got new, I got new, I...)
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| One: Don't pick up the phone
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| You know he's only callin'
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| 'Cause he's drunk and alone (Yeah, alone)
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| Two: Don't let him in
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| You have to kick him out again (Oh, ooh)
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| Three: Don't be his friend (Again)
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| You know you're gonna wake up
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| In his bed in the mornin' (Bed in the mornin')
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| And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| (Whoa-ooh, whoa, whoa)
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| I got new rules; | 
| I count 'em
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| (Baby, you know I count 'em)
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| Don't let him in, don't let him in
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| Don't, don't, don't, don't
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| Don't be his friend, don't be his friend
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| Don't, don't, don't, don't
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| Don't let him in, don't let him in
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| Don't, don't, don't, don't
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| Don't be his friend, don't be his friend
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| Don't, don't, don't, don't
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| You gettin' over him |