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You talk too much; now you fucked up I don't ever think you thought that your lucks up Yeah, you had fun fucking with my mind love At the same time, mind it was all numb It wasn't the time wasted, premise it is You blamed all on me, devil still lives I rocked rock bottom, hoping you would dig out me Planned a few fails, and it tipped sails for you And I'm sorry for the shit I did, I ain't perfect I hope shit works, but I spent too much time crying Alone in the kitchen with my phone, you were distant Hoping you didn't step further, you wished that I'd father your damn child And maybe it's me, and I'm sorry for that I always tried hardest to pick you up, end it at that Fly away, fly away, think about you every day Fly away, fly away, think about you every day Fly away, fly away, think about you every day Fly away, fly away, think about you every day Fly away, fly away, think about you every day Fly away, fly away, think about you every day
Writer(s): Jonathon David Brannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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