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You told me about the place You begged me for the ride The rain was falling down on me I called a thousand names And now you're fake But will I need to say to you I'm not, as used to being alone And one day You called me twice And then I figured it's a way to take off your mind If that's the case Yeah, that's the fun Will I need to say to you I'm not, as used to being alone
Writer(s): Roy Chukwuemeka Nnawuchi, Fine Jensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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