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  • Another weekend oh
    I was with my friends at a show
    While you were sneaking oh
    You forgot you said you`d drive me home
    So took a taxi home cold and alone
    In the dark on my own
    So we`re not speaking no
    Read between the silence on the phone
    I`m not the kind of girl
    That would go flipping you off
    But you`re the kind of guy
    That gives nothing while taking it all
    You`ll be acting like you don`t know
    What you did that was wrong
    So I hope you pay attention
    While I`m singing this song
    Lines oh there`s a thing called lines oh
    And I said I don`t care but maybe I might
    Baby there`s a thing called lies
    Oh but yours aren`t white oh
    Don`t want your sorries now
    And I cross them out
    A thing called lines oh lines oh
    Lines oh there`s a thing called lines
    My girl was swiping through
    Funny how she came across you
    So she swiped right on you
    Didn`t think you`d swipe right too
    I`ve had about enough losing trust
    And there`s nothing left to do
    You put a hex on us
    And you`ve got a lot to undo
    I`m not the kind of girl
    That would go flipping you off
    But you`re the kind of guy
    That gives nothing while taking it all
    You`ll be acting like you don`t know
    What you did that was wrong
    So I hope you pay attention
    While I`m singing this song
    Lines oh there`s a thing called lines oh
    And I said I don`t care but maybe I might
    Baby there`s a thing called lies
    Oh but yours aren`t white oh
    Don`t want your sorries now
    And I cross them out
    A thing called lines oh lines oh
    Lines oh there`s a thing called lines
    So this is it your final strike
    I`ve given you chances you`re a lucky guy
    Love is pure it`s kerosine
    Neither of us are perfect
    But you are just being mean
    So cross my heart leave me to die
    Stick a needle in my eye
    Fool me once fool me twice
    One more time then you`ve crossed the
    Line oh there`s a thing called lines oh
    And I said I don`t care but maybe I might
    Baby there`s a thing called lies
    Oh but yours aren`t white oh
    Don`t want your sorries now
    And I cross them out
    A thing called lines oh lines oh
    Lines oh there`s a thing called lines