good things happen in bad towns
runaway, runaway you want it
I messed up I missed it,
I messed up, the missing of you
Well I don't even know what it's like not to go back to you
I don't even know who I like less
You or me, you or me, you own me oooh
Well it's anyone's, anyone's guess
It's anyone's, anyone's guess
When it's missing then you want it more
It isn't right
Turning, turning out the door
And back to this
Leave it like it was before
And let me out
Must've been the end of the story
hey
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