| I been knockin' on your door
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| There wasn’t anybody home
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| I left a letter on your front step, baby
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| I hope you get it when I’m gone
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| And, yeah, I’m sorry that I did you dirty
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| I never meant to do you wrong
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| Yeah, we could have been the best thing, baby
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| But now I guess we’ll never know
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| Royal flush yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I ain’t gonna lie girl
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| 'Cause right now I feel stressed as shit
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| Hit me up with that SMS, trippin' off ya mixed messages
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| Heading straight for that precipice, sittin' right on the edge of it
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| You ain’t ever gonna let me in, little dose of that medicine
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| For real, 'cause our love is the bitterest pill
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| Should I reconnect with my ex chick on that Netflix and chill
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| We could get reckless or build, it’s a head-trip and I’d kill
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| Just to heal myself, tryna free myself of this wretchedness that I feel
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| And it’s relevant to my health, I’m much better off on my own, still
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| I’m knockin' up on your door, I suppose that you wasn’t home
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| And I guess that we’ll never know, this mystery’s better left unsolved
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| I left a letter up on your front step, hope you get it in when I’m gone
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| I been knockin' on your door
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| There wasn’t anybody home
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| I left a letter on your front step, baby
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| I hope you get it when I’m gone
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| And, yeah, I’m sorry that I did you dirty
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| I never meant to do you wrong
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| Yeah, we could have been the best thing, baby
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| But now I guess we’ll never know
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| It was more than just a crush, though
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| It was more than just a crush
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| I couldn’t see that I was fucked, though
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| On the real, you called my bluff
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| But it was more than just a crush, though
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| It was more than just a crush
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| I couldn’t see that I was fucked though
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| On the real, you called my bluff
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| Royal flush yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy
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| I guess I got what I expected, yeah
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| But that doesn’t mean
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| I’ma feel better about it, neglected, yeah
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| I would’a been better without it, reckless
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| Yeah (uh), still tryna see
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| Why I allowed it, I haven’t quiet figured it out yet
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| Lost in a dream, sleeping with doubts, like 'what does it mean?'
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| I guess I never learnt my lesson, yeah
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| Whatever happened to magic?
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| Never counting the hours down when we had it
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| But then it went south, it went sour
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| We curdled the cream just like lemons, yeah
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| I been knockin' on your door
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| There wasn’t anybody home
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| I left a letter on your front step, baby
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| I hope you get it when I’m gone
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| And, yeah, I’m sorry that I did you dirty
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| I never meant to do you wrong
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| Yeah, we could have been the best thing, baby
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| But now I guess we’ll never know
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| It was more than just a crush, though
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| It was more than just a crush
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| I couldn’t see that I was fucked, though
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| On the real, you called my bluff
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| But it was more than just a crush, though
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| It was more than just a crush
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| I couldn’t see that I was fucked though
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| On the real, you called my bluff
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| Royal flush yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |