Tell him we're leaving him
Tell him we're falling out
We got to move it
Oh, no, no, no, no
Tell him [?]
Tell him to leave it all
We got to move it
Oh, no, no, no, no
Tell it to me now that you
Wanted to be
That you were on top
That you were nothing and nothing
Holding on in the summer
You've got my pictures and
They've got me facing
Won't even tell me that I'm moving
You've got my pictures and
They've got me facing
Won't even tell me that I'm
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