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I don't know where you're goingOr when you're coming homeI left the keys under the mat to our front doorFor one more chance to hold you closeI don't know where you're goingJust get your ass back home


We both knew this type of lifeDidn't come with instructionsSo I'm trying to do my bestTo make something outta nothingAnd sometimes it getsDownright shitty in factWhen you call and I don't even knowWhat city I'm at

Or what day of the week in the middle of the monthIn a year I don't recallIt's like my life's on repeat and the last time we spokeI told you I wouldn't be longThat was last November now December's almost goneI'd apologize but I don't realize what I'm doing wrong

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min babe.
underbar :)<3
hoppas det ringer en väckarklocka innna det är försent.

how hard you try you'll never be like me