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Clutchin' your glass, spittin' your ash
Sold my heart as petty cash On the telephone, say you're comin' home But we both know that you won't Once I saw through, you tried to outdo you We were better back then when I barely knew you A backseat kiss, a heartbreak wish It's too late to take it all back, take it all back, take it all back Some things end without tryin' We turn away without warnin' Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold... You're in the lead, pickin' up speed Down on my luck, but not gonna plead Your loyalty to your vanity It's too late to take it all back, take it all back, take it all back Some things end without tryin' We turn away without warnin' Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold... Once I saw through, you tried to outdo you We were better back then when I barely knew you A backseat kiss, a heartbreak wish It's too late to take it all back, take it all back, take it all back, take it all back |
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