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Text: Queensberry. Over It.

I?m over your lies
and I?m ove your games.
I?m over you asking me
when you know i?m not okay.

You call me at night
and I pick up the phone
and though you be tellin?me
I know you?re not alone.

Oh and that?s why
your eyes - I?m over it
your smile - I?m over it
realized - I?m over it
I?m over it, I?m over

Wanting you to be wanting me
no that ain?t no way to be
how I feel, read my lips
because I?m so over
Movin?on and it?s my time
you never were a friend of mine
hurt at first, a little bit
but now I?m so over
I?m so over it

I?m over your hands
and I?m over your mouth
trying to drag me down
and fill me with self-doubt

Oh and that?s why your world
I?m over it - so sure
I?m over it - I?m not your girl
I?m over it, I?m over it, I?m over

Wanting you to be wanting me
no that ain?t no way to be
how I feel, read my lips
because I?m so over
Movin?on and it?s my time
you never were a friend of mine
hurt at first, a little bit
but now I?m so over
I?m so over it
I?m so over it

Don?t call, don?t come by
ain?t no use, don?t ask me why
you?ll never change
there?ll be no more crying in the rain

I?m over it

Wanting you to be wanting me
no that ain?t no way to be
how I feel, read my lips
because I?m so over
Movin?on and it?s my time
you never were a friend of mine
hurt at first, a little bit
but now I?m so over
I?m so over it!
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