| You’re drunk
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| The carpet is burned
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| I hate to find you like this
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| I always find you like this
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| I come home and clean up your mess
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| What would you do without that?
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| Why do I always come back? |
| Oh
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| What I wouldn’t do for you
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| And I’m starting to think that maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need-ed me
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| And I’m starting to think that maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need-ed me
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| Some nights I want to run for the hills
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| It’s never easy with you
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| I cannot reason with you
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| But your smile is as rare as it comes
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| What would I do without that
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| Maybe that’s why I come back
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| Oh, what I wouldn’t do for you
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| And I’m starting to think that maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need-ed me
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| And I’m starting to think that maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need-ed me
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| Starting to think we were made for each other
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| But one of us in this relationship is raising the other
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| You remind me of my mother
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| We drive one another crazy as each other
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| And we’re both adults, so there’s no excuse
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| For the games that we play with each other
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| Where you at? |
| At a friend’s? |
| No, you ain’t, mothafucker!
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| But I give her the benefit of the doubt
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| Whenever the doubt kicks in, shiver when I touch her
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| 'Cause I love her so much, I’m a sucker
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| How her bottom lip can quiver when she’s in trouble
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| She’s in hot water, think I caught her cheating again
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| Give her another chance? |
| Another one after that?
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| I’m swimming in that Egyptian river, 'cause I’m in denial
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| Say I don’t eat shit, but I got a shit-eating grin when I smile
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| Making an excuse for us to act it out
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| She’s just acting out with her inner child
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| Then I set the truth on fire
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| 'Cause I’d rather believe a lie
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| Then I breathe a sigh of relief, I don’t believe in
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| Going to bed mad, I keep on trying
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| To make a bad girl good
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| But haven’t I stood by you in good times?
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| And bad? |
| I’m starting to feel like your goddamn dad
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| 'Cause I literally feel like you could die if ever should I
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| Leave you for good and never would I
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| It’d be all bad, never understood why they call it goodbye
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| But I think I’m a pretty damn good guy
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| And you’re a good person too
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| I can save you, I can make you change
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| But I keep putting my fucking foot in my mouth
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| Every time I gotta come and bail you out
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| When you get in trouble that you get yourself in
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| And I’m in trouble, but I can’t leave, I’ll sell you out
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| I could never turn my fucking back on you—what is that?
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| I’m co-dependent, I’m just now noticing it
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| But somehow it’s like every time I’m about to go to end it
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| I ain’t got the cojones to do it, nor the heart
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| Our apartment’s tore apart
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| You’re using my heart for a dartboard
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| But God must’ve aligned stars for us
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| 'Cause somebody paired us up
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| And they say He ain’t capable of making a mistake
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| But this one’s perfect, 'cause I’m—
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| And I’m starting to think that maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need-ed me
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| And I’m starting to think that maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need me
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| Maybe you need-ed me |