walking away again
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seems like i know the back of your head
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better than the front
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but hey
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you don't see me stopping you
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not a word out of my mouth this time
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just walk away
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you don't see me stopping you
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'cause i've got better things to do today
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you can just keep on walking
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looking smaller from my window
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'cause it don't hold the same as it used to
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getting smaller down the street
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funny how sometimes you treat your best friends
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like they're not your friends at all
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you're walking away
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seems like i know the back of your head
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better than the front
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but hey
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you don't see me stopping you
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not a word out of my mouth this time
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you think i'm happy with the lies that you feed me?
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i'm unaware about the way you mistreat me?
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i think you underestimated our situation
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[x2]
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no
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next time when you decide to leave
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i'll have time to care, but not today
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[x2]
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you're walking away
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seems like i know the back of your head
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better than the front but hey
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you don't see me stopping you
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'cause i've got better things to do today
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Head South
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Pretty Girls Make Graves |