| I’m at a payphone trying to call home |
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| All of my change I’ve spent on you |
| Where have the times gone baby |
| It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two |
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| Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember |
| The people we used to be |
| It’s even harder to picture |
| That you’re not here next to me | |
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| You say it’s too late to make it |
| But is it too late to try? |
| And then that time that you wasted |
| All of our bridges burnt down |
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| I’ve wasted my nights |
| You turned out the lights |
| Now I’m paralyzed |
| Still stuck in that time when we called it love |
| But even the sun sets in paradise |
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| I’m at a payphone trying to call home |
| All of my change I’ve spent on you |
| Where have the times gone baby |
| It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two |
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| If happy ever after did exist |
| I would still be holding you like this |
| All those fairytales are full of shit |
| One more fucking love song I’ll be sick |
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| You turned your back on tomorrow |
| Cause you forgot yesterday |
| I gave you my love to borrow |
| But just gave it away |
| You can’t expect me to be fine |
| I don’t expect you to care |
| I know I said it before |
| But all of our bridges burnt down |
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| I’ve wasted my nights |
| You turned out the lights |
| Now I’m paralyzed |
| Still stuck in that time when we called it love |
| But even the sun sets in paradise |
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| I’m at a payphone trying to call home |
| All of my change I’ve spent on you |
| Where have the times gone baby |
| It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two |
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| If happy ever after did exist |
| I would still be holding you like this |
| And all those fairytales are full of shit |
| One more fucking love song I’ll be sick |
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| Now I’m at a payphone… |
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| [Wiz Khalifa] |
| Now fuck that shit |
| I’ll be out spending all this money while you sitting round |
| Wondering why wasn't you who came out from nothing |
| Made it from the bottom |
| Now when you see me I’m stunting |
| And all of my cars start with the push of a button |
| Telling me the chances I blew up or whatever you call it |
| Switched the number to my phone |
| So you never can call it |
| Don’t need my name, or my show |
| You can tell it I’m ballin’ swish |
| What a shame coulda got picked |
| Had a really good game but you missed your last shot |
| So you talk about who you see at the top |
| Or what you could’ve saw |
| But sad to say it’s over for it |
| Phantom roll out valet open doors |
| Where’s the car way, got what you was looking for |
| Now it's me who they want |
| So you can go take that little piece of shit with you |
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| I’m at a payphone trying to call home |
| All of my change I’ve spent on you |
| Where have the times gone baby |
| It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two |
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| If happy ever after did exist |
| I would still be holding you like this |
| And all these fairytales are full of shit |
| One more fucking love song I’ll be sick |
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| Now I’m at a payphone… |
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