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Pull up to the mirror, staring at my face
Gotta chop-chop all the extra weight
I've been carrying it for 14 hundred and 60 days
Gotta, gotta, gotta clean my slate
And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah
The truth is that I think I've had enough
Professionally messing with my trust
How could I confuse that shit for love
So I gotta get
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just cut you off
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just cut you off
When I'm without
You oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get
You oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just cut you off
I imagine all the endless places I could know
With a drop-drop and I let you go
All the possibilities I've got from head to toe
Yeah they'd, yeah they'd, yeah they'd start to show
And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah
The truth is that I think I've had enough (had enough)
Emotionally messing with my health, ha
How could I confuse that shit for love
So I gotta get
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just cut you off
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just cut you off
When I'm without
You, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just (I just), I just
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now (I just)
When I'm without
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
So I gotta get
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just (I just) cut you off (yeah, I cut you off)
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just cut you off
When I'm without
You, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I don't overthink it, I just carry on, get
You, oh-oh-oh out my head now
I just, I just, yeah
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