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    In my mind, it's a breeze
    I'm fumbling while I look for my keys
    Got the text, she's a wreck
    And I've got a premonition that maybe she was with him again

    What a shame playing games when there's nowhere to go
    Fan the flame, you're to blame and you're killing me slow
    Through the glass I'm attached, but she don't even know
    How much I'd miss her if she walked out the picture
    And, ooh
    My toes, they don't touch, the waves are too rough
    And, ooh
    Stroke of bad luck I guess

    It's 2 AM on the phone again
    You got me wishing we're more than friends
    I'm living in an emotional hell
    Taking kicks to the belt
    You know lately I've been wishing that maybe we were kissing instead

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    Coffee cups, styrofoam
    You're sweeter when I'm with you alone
    Take the hint, reminisce
    (Got me thinking) back in mid-December
    But somehow, it's September again

    What a shame playing games when there's nowhere to go
    Fan the flame, you're to blame and you're killing me slow
    Through the glass I'm attached but she don't even know
    How much I'd miss her if she walked out the picture
    And, ooh
    My toes, they don't touch, the waves are too rough
    And, ooh
    Stroke of bad luck I guess

    It's 2 AM on the phone again
    You got me wishing we're more than friends
    I'm living in an emotional hell
    Taking kicks to the belt
    And lately I've been wishing that maybe we were kissing instead

    It's 2 AM on the phone again
    Why can't you leave me alone instead?
    I'm living in an emotional hell
    Taking kicks to the belt
    And lately I've been wishing that maybe we were kissing instead

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