| Talking in my sleep at night
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| Making myself crazy
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| Wrote it down and read it out
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| Hopin' it would save me
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| My love, he makes me feel like nobody else
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| Nobody else
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| But my love, he doesn’t love me,
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| So I tell myself
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| I tell myself
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| One, don’t pick up the phone
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| You know he’s only calling 'cause his drunk and alone
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| Two, don’t let him in
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| You’ll have to kick him out again
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| Three, don’t be his friend
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| You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
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| And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
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| I got new rules, I count 'em
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| I got new rules,
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| (Keep pushing)
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| I got new rules, I count 'em
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| I count 'em, I count 'em
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| I got new rules I count 'em
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| I got new rules I count 'em
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| You ain’t getting over him
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| I got new rules I count 'em
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| I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pulling' me backwards
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| (Nowhere to turn) no way
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| (Nowhere to turn to) no
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| Now I’m standing back from it, I finally see the pattern
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| (I never learn, I never learn)
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| But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself
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| I tell myself
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| I do, I do, I do
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| One, don’t pick up the phone
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| You know he’s only calling cause he’s drunk and alone
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| Two, don’t let him in
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| You’ll have to kick him out again
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| Three, don’t be his friend
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| You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
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| And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
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| I got new rules I count 'em
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| I got new rules I count 'em
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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| (Oh, whoa-oh)
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| (Baby, you know I count 'em)
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| Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
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| Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
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| Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
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| Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
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| You getting over him |