But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do.
This city's made us crazy and we must get out.
Every time I wind up back at your door.
I've been cryin', because things ain't how they used to be.
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It's not me, it's you... I feel like I inspired that with my Lily Allen talk.
ReplyDeleteAnd Maroon 5, nice.