| We got that bad love, but it taste like medicine
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| I never had love, so I learned to settle quick
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| I guess I never thought I’d have to choose
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| Between paradise and you
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| I still creep on your 'Gram, oh
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| See you with you and your man, oh
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| And I scroll and see the pictures you deleted
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| Like the history ain’t happen long as we cannot see it
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| Getting back is insanity and we repeat it
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| Mama said we need counseling
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| But I can’t reason with the terrorists
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| Oh, this is embarrassing
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| You ain’t Cinderella, ain’t no pumpkin turning into fuckin' carriages
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| You create a narrative, people ask me, «Where's she been?»
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| Sent her packin' now, she’s living back out at her parent’s crib
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| Fight, break up, we fuck, we fight, break up, you know the deal
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| Vent to friends and tell them, «It's the last time, I’m for real.»
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| You text me, then the next thing you know, I’m behind the wheel
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| Pull up, fuck you in the backseat thinking this will help us heal
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| There is no use for you texting my phone
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| Got FOMO the minute I walked to the door
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| Can’t get in the gate because I changed the code
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| Now you can toast to the love we don’t make anymore
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| We got that bad love, but it taste like medicine
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| I never had love, so I learned to settle quick
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| I guess I never thought I’d have to choose
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| Between paradise and you
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| And now I’m free, I’m free, yeah
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| I’m free, yeah, and now I’m free, yeah
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| (And now I’m free)
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| I’m back on the «Why didn’t you text me?»
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| Back on the «Shit, I was busy.»
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| Back to us raising our voices
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| Back on that nobody’s listening
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| Back to those horrible choices
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| Back on you moving back home
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| 'Cause I would rather live in Hell than get comfortable sleeping alone
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| Back to that lying deception, back to the self-will
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| Back on that «Well, she don’t do it and I know that somebody else will.»
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| You cheated, I cheated, you cheated, I cheated, I mean it
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| Please, Father, forgive us
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| The dirt that you’ve done and the secrets that we swept up under the rug that
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| are gonna die with us
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| And I should’ve cut the ties so many times
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| That I finally gave up on the scissors
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| We are both sinners if we both lie to ourselves
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| That is just selfish, that isn’t commitment
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| I try to hold it in, I try to hold it in
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| Numb to it all and ignoring it
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| I’m just searching where the closure is
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| Going in circles, not noticing
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| But in my heart, I know I’m not over it
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| We got that bad love, but it taste like medicine
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| I never had love, so I learned to settle quick
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| I guess I never thought I’d have to choose
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| Between paradise and you
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| And now I’m free, I’m free, yeah
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| I’m free, yeah, and now I’m free, yeah
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| (And now I’m free) |