as fireworks exploded over your house it was 3am
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I noticed, you¡¯re not home
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and the silhouettes in windows at your old boyfriend¡¯s house
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are smoke-and-mirror signals that
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you¡¯re around
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better luck next time kid,
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now you¡¯ve loved and lost we¡¯ll call it quits
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and best of luck,
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getting over it.
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I¡¯ve taken the biggest hit,
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and all that you could think to say was this
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I¡¯ll collect my things
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when it¡¯s convenient
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don¡¯t write
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don¡¯t call
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i won¡¯t miss you at all
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late nights are kicking in,
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the caffeine and these love songs aren¡¯t working,
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just hit repeat and sing along again
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I can¡¯t believe it came to this
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the sound of breaking glass and mix-tape hits
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drown out the words
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as I sing
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and I know this will fade over time
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but tonight it¡¯s just heartbeats and lines
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from our song and the thousands of lies
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that you told
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don¡¯t write
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don¡¯t call
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i won¡¯t miss you at all
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Fireworks
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| One:Day:Life |
