| You pocket dialed me from LA
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| You sounded like you’re drunk
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| Now thanks to you I’m wide awake replaying what went wrong
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| It hurts like hell
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| Remembering all too well
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| That little bunk bed at your mama’s where you promised me
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| (You'd never break my heart)
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| You couldn’t have said more honestly we’d never see
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| (It ever fall apart)
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| I know time can heal wounds, but you’re not supposed to lie
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| When you cross your heart and hope to die
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| Cross your heart and hope to die, oh
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| It seems like it was just yesterday; |
| making plans and making love
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| And all our dreams fell into place
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| Everything was looking up
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| But that’s long gone, and I’m still here holding on
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| To that little bunk bed at your mama’s where you promised me
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| (You'd never break my heart)
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| You couldn’t have said more honestly we’d never see
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| (It ever fall apart)
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| I know time can heal wounds, but you’re not supposed to lie
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| When you cross your heart and hope to die
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| For awhile I felt defeated
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| I can’t describe that feeling
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| It finally went away
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| Just when I thought I was safe
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| You pocket dialed me from LA
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| You sounded like you’re drunk
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| Now thanks to you I’m wide awake
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| Cause I remember that little bunk bed at your mama’s where you promised me
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| (You'd never break my heart)
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| You couldn’t have said more honestly we’d never see
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| (It ever fall apart)
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| It’s hard to let go with a ghost like that still in my head
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| (But harder to deny)
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| I miss that rington, but it brings me back to what you said
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| Cross your heart and hope to die
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| (And hope to die)
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| Cross your heart and hope to die, oh
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| (And hope to die)
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| I know time can heal wounds, but you’re not supposed to lie
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| You’re not supposed to lie
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| When you cross your heart and hope to die
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| Cross your heart and hope to die |