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GAYLE - Soft Hits - abcdefu (chill)
Soft Hits
01. Thinking Out Loud
02. Smokin Out the Window
03. Always
04. abcdefu (chill)
05. Fall in Love (acoustic)
06. I Hope
07. Home
08. One Call Away
09. see you later (ten years)
10. Devil Doesn’t Bargain
11. In the Stars
12. MEAN!
13. I Just Called
14. I Love You So
15. Yellow
16. Brave
17. 911
18. Break Up Twice
19. Favorite Part
20. If I Didn’t Love You
21. Salt
22. Math
23. I’M BLESSED
24. Real Thing
25. Something in the Orange
26. So My Darling (acoustic)
27. Will It Ever Feel the Same?
28. Need You
29. Killing Me
30. The Joke
31. Some Nights
32. Rise Up
33. Meant to Be
34. Jar of Hearts
35. imagine
36. If You Love Her
37. I Won’t Give Up
38. Butterflies
39. 10,000 Hours
I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended
Even try to bite my tongue when you start shit
Now you're texting all my friends asking questions
They never even liked you in the first place
Dated a girl that I hate for the attention
She only made it two days, what a connection
It's like you'd do anything for my affection
You're going all about it in the worst ways
I was into you, but I'm over it now
And I was trying to be nice
Nothing's getting through and let me spell it out
A-B-C-D-E, fuck you
And your mom, and your sister, and your job
And your broke-ass car, and that shit you call art
Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again
Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off (fuck off)
Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na
A-B-C-D-E, fuck off
Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na
A-B-C-D-E, fuck you
You said you just needed space and so I gave it
When I had nothing to say, you couldn't take it
Told everyone I'm a bitch, so I became it
Always had to put yourself above me
I was into you but I'm over it now
And I was trying to be nice
Nothing's getting through, let me spell it out
A-B-C-D-E, fuck you
And your mom, and your sister, and your job
And your craigslist couch
And the way your voice sounds
Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again
Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off
Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na
A-B-C-D-E, fuck off
Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na
A-B-C-D-E, fuck you
And your mom, and your sister, and your job
And your broke-ass car, and that shit you call art
Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again
Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off