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FINDING MYSELF AWAKE UP LATE ITS A QUARTER PAST FOUR ALL I DO IS THINK AND OVERTHINK SOME MORE I REFUSE TO BELIEVE DONT WANNA CLOSE MY EYES DONT WANNA SEE ME HERE WITH OUT MY BABY LATLEY S BEEN CRAZY YOU ACTIN REAL SHADY CANT FIGURE IT OUT WHEN ALL WE DO IS SCREAM AND SHOUT NOW IM PACKIN UP MY THINGS AND IM OUT BEEN THRU THE WORST WITH YOU IF I CANT MAKE IT WORK WITH YOU ITS BEST WE GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS HOPING ONE DAY WE CAN TRY IT AGAIN SEE A DIFFERNT WAY THATS IF FEELINGS DONT CHANGE TOO MANY TEARS THRU OUT THESE PAST FEW YEARS THE PAIN IS TOO MUCH I CANT HOLD IT ALL IN ANY MORE IM PACKING UP MY THING AND IM OUT THAT DOOR YOU'V GIVEN ME EVERY REASON NOT TO STAY STILL IM THINKING OF ONE LAST THING TO SAY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT FOR THINKING OF ONE LAST THING TO SAY AND I DONT KNO WHAT FOR DONT KNOW WHAT FOR SAID I DONT KNOW WHAT FOR DONT KNOW WHAT FOR IM PACKING UP MY THINGS AND IM OUT THAT DOOR PACKINGUP MY THINGS AND IM OUT THAT DOOR

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