| When was the last time you talked to me?
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| Seriously, I feel like I don’t even know you
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| And I would rather me leave
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| Than stay and watch you make a fool of me
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| You might as well leave
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| You might as well let me know, now
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| You might as well go, go, go
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| I never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore
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| 'Cause it’s a breakdown, the breakdown
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| Where do we go from here?
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| It’s a breakdown, the breakdown
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| Whoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh
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| Looking at me lying
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| If I said I wasn’t getting quite bored of you yet
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| And your consistent nagging and your constant state of panic
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| Is unnecessary stress for me
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| You’re the tip, tip, tip-top of the charts
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| You’re the best thing I’ve ever done
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| And the reality is that I wrote this song for you
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| You might as well leave
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| You might as well let me know, now
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| You might as well go, go, go
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| I never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore
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| 'Cause it’s a breakdown, the breakdown
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| Where do we go from here?
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| It’s a breakdown, the breakdown
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| Whoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh
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| When the wood floors meet high heels
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| And shadows form from the chandeliers
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| When the wood floors meet high heels
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| And shadows form from the chandeliers
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| You might as well leave
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| You might as well let me know, now
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| You might as well go, go, go
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| I never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore
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| 'Cause it’s a breakdown, the breakdown
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| Where do we go from here?
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| It’s a breakdown, the breakdown
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| Whoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh |