Lines
bülow
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Another weekend, oh I was with my friends at a show While you were sneaking, oh You forgot you said you'd drive me home So took a taxi home, cold and alone In the dark on my own So we're not speaking, no Read between the silence on the phone I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off But you're the kind of guy that gives nothing while taking it all You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong So I hope you pay attention while I'm singing this song Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines, oh-oh And I said I don't care, but maybe I might Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh But yours aren't white, oh-oh I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines My girl was swiping, through Funny how she came across you So she swiped right on, you Didn't think you'd swipe right too I've had about enough, losing trust And there's nothing left to do You put a hex on us And you've got a lot to undo I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off But you're the kind of guy that gives nothing while taking it all You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong So I hope you pay attention while I'm singing this song Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines, oh-oh And I said I don't care, but maybe I might Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh But yours aren't white, oh-oh I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines So this is it, your final strike I've given you chances, you're a lucky guy Love is pure, it's kerosine Neither of us are perfect, but you're just being mean So cross my heart, leave me to die Stick a needle, in my eye Fool me once, fool me twice One more time, then you've crossed the... Line, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines, oh-oh And I said don't care, but maybe I might Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh But yours aren't white, oh-oh I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines
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