Damn you had me
Tied around your finger
But that little stunt
Will leave me that much cleaner
I'll admit it now
I just love walking away
Starting to remember the crave
Of leaving you with that look on your face
Lying
I might be lying again
I'm a case of
I'll never know what's good for me
I guess I'm the fool
I guess I'll just never know
Taking that step backwards
Oh no, not again
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