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Sam Goodayle
Sam Goodayle
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Yeah, you really did a number on me I find it fucking hard to trust anybody Ever since the day you left and walked out on me Can't even look you in the eyes you or anybody Yeah, you fucked us Living out my life now you done us Still you text my line n' tell me "what's up" Contemplate, decide and tell me "what's up" You tell me "what's up" Yeah, you fucked us Living out my life now you done us Still you text my line n' tell me "what's up" Contemplate, decide and tell me "what's up" You tell me "what's up" Yeah, you really did a number on me I find it fucking hard to trust anybody Ever since the day you left and walked out on me Can't even look you in the eyes you or anybody Lots of lies and deceit confined them into me And now we're tossing n' turning throughout the city street One minute holding my hand n' says she's into me The next she's turning away for someone bit more than me Yeah, you fucked us Living out my life now you done us Still you text my line n' tell me "what's up" Contemplate, decide and tell me "what's up" You tell me "what's up" Yeah, you fucked us Living out my life now you done us Still you text my line n' tell me "what's up" Contemplate, decide and tell me "what's up" You tell me "what's up" Yeah, you fucked us
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