Sadie Jane

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    I really want to work it out again
    But I'm tired of letting you get under my skin
    Do I really wanna work it out, it's been
    Yeah

    Such a roller coaster this whole time
    Why the fuck can't I get you off my mind?
    Maybe I should have listened to the signs
    Yeah

    You begged and you borrowed
    Like there's no tomorrow
    You sat and complained
    'Bout the size of my place
    You had every excuse
    You were loose with the truth
    I offered a truce in that mall photo booth
    I like a clean place
    You invaded my space
    Your mess never rests
    Now that's off my chest

    I still love you
    Fuck

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    A shitty old tour bus ride
    Different views, opposite sides
    Do I really wanna keep it up, this grind?
    Yeah

    It was never easy, you and me
    How could it be?
    We only met briefly
    You said you had a lot on your plate lately
    Yeah

    I lie to my friends
    (I won't call her again)
    My brain lights up insane
    At a text from your name
    You came in my room
    You smelled of perfume

    You took off your clothes
    I went: Holy fuck, woah!
    Was new in that department
    What a way to start it
    My life will never
    Be the same
    Sadie Jane

    And you're to blame
    Fuck

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    Composición: James Priestner, Jan Cajka y Duran Ritz

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