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Lover

Tomorrow I'll be thinking

Something I can't help thinking

I don't wanna be your friend anymore

Not until you listen

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August is almost over

Tomorrow I'll be sober

And I don't wanna be your dog anymore

Another long September

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Cause I'm losing faith

In your twisted game

And I'm turning around

I'm in the dark

Tryna start to make it easy

But you only want to make it hard

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You let me down so sweetly

And I took you back so quickly

I know that you're keeping a hand on the door

Through another season

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Oh maybe I don't mind it

But sometimes I just can't hide it

And I don't know how many times I can bend

Before you see me breaking

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Cause it's true

I don't wanna be your lover, here

Cause the weight

That would only make it harder to steer

The worry, the fear

It's filling me up

It's filling me up, dear

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