The words are coming I feel terrible
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Is it typical for us to act like this
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Am I just another scene
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From a movie that you've seen 100 times
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Cause baby you weren't the first or the last or the worst
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And I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse
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And we could sit around and cry but frankly you're not worth it anymore
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[Chorus:]
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So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under
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Lipstick lullabies
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This is sorry for the last time
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And baby I understand that you're making new friends
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This is how you get by
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The moral this time is
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Girls make boys cry
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On any other day I'd shoot the boy
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But your simple toy
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Had caused a scene like that
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Leave him hanging on the walls
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Just a picture in the hall
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Like 100 more
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Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
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And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips
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I hope he's leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
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For such a simple little whore
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[Chorus]
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And your name remains the same
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All that has changed is this pretty face
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So pull the trigger
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It never gets closer
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You want to start over
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But never start over
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Pull the trigger
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It never gets closer
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You want to start over
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but never start over
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[Chorus]
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Say hello
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Say hello
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Lipstick lullabies
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This is sorry for the last time
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And baby I understand how you're making new friends
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This is how you get by
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The moral this time is
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Girls make boys cry and...
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When I Get Home, You're So Dead
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| Mayday Parade |
