I’m at a payphone trying to call home
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All of my change I spent on you
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Where have the times gone
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Baby, it’s all wrong
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Where are the plans we made for two?
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Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember
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The people we used to be
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It’s even harder to picture
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That you’re not here next to me
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You said it’s too late to make it
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But is it too late to try?
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And in our time that you wasted
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All of our bridges burned down
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I’ve wasted my nights
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You turned out the lights
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Now I’m paralyzed
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Still stuck in that time
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When we called it love
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But even the sun sets in paradise
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I’m at a payphone trying to call home
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All of my change I spent on you
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Where have the times gone
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Baby, it’s all wrong
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Where are the plans we made for two?
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If happy ever afters did exist
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I would still be holding you like this
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All those fairy tales are full of shit
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One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick
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Oh you turned your back on tomorrow
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‘Cause you forgot yesterday
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I gave you my love to borrow
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But you just gave it away
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You can’t expect me to be fine
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I don’t expect you to care
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I know I’ve said it before
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But all of our bridges burned down
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I’ve wasted my nights
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You turned out the lights
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Now I’m paralyzed
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Still stuck in that time
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When we called it love
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But even the sun sets in paradise
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I’m at a payphone trying to call home
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All of my change I spent on you
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Where have the times gone
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Baby, it’s all wrong
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Where are the plans we made for two?
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If happy ever afters did exist
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I would still be holding you like this
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All those fairy tales are full of shit
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One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick
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Now I’m at a payphone
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[Eppic rap]
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Heh, forget that itch
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I be out spending all this money while you sit around
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Wondering how, wasn’t you, came all from nothing
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Made it from the bottom, now when you’re singing I’m stunting
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And now my calls are like the push of a button
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Telling me to chase this, ever walk up whenever you call it
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Switch to number 2, y phone should you never could call it
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Don’t need my name, I am sure you could tell that I’m balling
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Switch, what a shame, could’ve got picked
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Had a really good game but you missed your last shot
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You could talk about it, you see at the top
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Or what you could’ve solved but sad to say so before
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Finna pulled up, valet opened doors
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Once that go away, got what you was looking for
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That was me, hope that wasn’t
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You could go and take that little piece of gold with you
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I’m at a payphone trying to call home
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All of my change I spent on you
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Where have the times gone
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Baby, it’s all wrong
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Where are the plans we made for two?
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If happy ever afters did exist
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I would still be holding you like this
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All those fairy tales are full of shit
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One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick
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Now I’m at a payphone
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Payphone
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| Alex Goot |
