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home, will you take the weekend off? We're cursed with awful timing So if I don't pick up the phone You can always find me At home in bed alone Disappointed without you

tonight Why can't things ever just turn out my way? I dreamed I stared outside my window And I saw him hurting you You screamed but I could barely hear you

Don't pretend that I ever meant anything to you That you ever meant anything you said And I won't pretend that I'll ever be able to forgive That I'll

a toll or two I'll try not to think of you But it's easier said How can you be my one that got away When you're still hanging around How can he be so

only capable of love but once When you say you feel the same about anybody else Either you're lying to me or you're lying to yourself Which means you