Let me set you the scene
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November, circa 2019
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Put a hole in my heart, watched it bleed
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You said that we were better off as strangers
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I was barely alive
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Out of six feet deep, I was five
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Pretty sure they called a hearse outside, okay, that's dramatic
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But I survived, then I survived
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The "Hey Meg, I think I want you back
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I'm a couple drinks in thinkin' it's my bad
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That I let you walk away and let you go" (Oh)
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It's a tale as old as time I guess
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When you couldn't care more, I couldn't care less
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You're a little too late to the party, heartbreaker
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What doesn't kill you calls you six months later
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Oh, how the turns have tabled
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All the sudden, now you're willing and able
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Little therapy, now you're so stable
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Okay, well
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Your next girlfriend will be so lucky
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To not hear
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"Hey Meg, I think I want you back
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I'm a couple drinks in thinkin' it's my bad
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That I let you walk away (Let you walk away) and let you go" (Oh)
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It's a tale as old as time I guess
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When you couldn't care more, I couldn't care less
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You're a little too late to the party, heartbreaker
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What doesn't kill you calls you six months later
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What doesn't kill you
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Makes you stronger and blonder and hotter
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Makes you wonder what you even saw in him at all
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What doesn't kill you always calls
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(Oh, sorry, I think you have the wrong number)
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With a "Hey Meg, I think I want you back
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I'm a couple drinks in thinkin' it's my bad (Thinkin' it's my bad)
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That I let you walk away (Let you walk away) and let you go" (Oh)
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It's a tale as old as time I guess (Tale as old as time)
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When you couldn't care more, I couldn't care less
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You're a little too late to the party (A little too little too late), heartbreaker
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What doesn't kill you calls you six months later
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6 Months Later
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| Megan Moroney |
