| One, one, one...
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| Talkin' in my sleep at night,
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| Makin' myself crazy.
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| (Out of my mind, out of my mind)
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| Wrote it down and read it out
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| Hopin' it would save me.
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| (Too many times, too many times)
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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, 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 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 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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| I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pullin' me backwards
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| (Nowhere to turn) no way.
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| (Nowhere to turn) 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 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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| Practice makes perfect
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| I'm still tryna' learn it by heart
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| (I got new rules, I count 'em)
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| Eat, sleep, and breathe it
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| Rehearse and repeat it, 'cause I
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| (I got new, I got new, I...)
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| One, don't pick up the phone (yeah)
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| You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone (and alone)
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| Two, don't let him in (no)
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| You'll have to kick him out again (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, I count 'em (Oh, whoa-oh)
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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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| (Baby, you know I count 'em)
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| I gotta tell them to myself
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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 gettin' over him |