| It was funny
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| Funny cause it’s hopeless
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| She’s fall down drunk on a Thursday
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| Pushes her laundry home in a cart like she’s homeless
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| She says I’m still so shady
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| Well you’re a princess bag lady
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| And I lose my thoughts
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| It’s not my fault they make drinks here with six fucking shots
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| It’s so strange
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| It doesn’t seem so strange
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| It’s been seven months
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| And we’re still twin flames
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| And I moved on
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| Still she’s brimming with charm
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| That perfect skin touched my arm
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| The kind that can win you
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| The kind that singe you
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| We bumped shoulders in the bar and the sparks still there
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| She said you could have me now
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| If you cared enough I dare you
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| I know that I still scare you
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| You and me can make that future grow
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so
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| Said lately I’m doing fine
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| I’m on the mend
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| But every time I hurt again
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| Cause the truth is that I miss you every day
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| Sound of your voice
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| The way you sleep
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| And your heart and how deep it beats
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| When you hold me then I think I’m getting played
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| We bumped shoulders in the bar and the sparks still there
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| She said you could have me now
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| If you cared enough I dare you
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| I know that I still scare you
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| You and me can make that future grow
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so
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| I’m on the road for a month of shows
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| That’s when I miss her
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| That’s when our distance grows
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| 600 miles away
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| From the night we were before
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| I remember we were trying
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| For something more
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| Flight arrivals, SFO
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| Are the loneliest place I know
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| And she’s back with that bar keep
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| And I just want to sleep and watch Netflix
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| In my big ass house
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| Creeping on what I can’t fix
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| And now there’s someone new
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| Hammered into real
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| Changes how I feel
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| Not mangled, not triangled
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| No it’s time to let it go
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so
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| (No it’s time to let it go)
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| You and me can make our future grow
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so
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| Big black glasses and baby glow
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| Life is ours at the after show
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| Watch it grow, watch it grow
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so |