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Yeah
Leave me to my own devices
It's better when your Coca Cola eyes are outta my face
I checked your phone and no surprises
She's grinning from ear to ear in purple lace
So take your orchids elsewhere, elsewhere
I loved you to death
But now I don't really care
'Cause you're running round over there
Yeah, you're running round over there
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're running round over there
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're running round over there
I miss your t-shirt in the rain
The one that makes you look like Gerard Way
Eating grapes in the back of the party
Throwing hands 'cause she drank your Bacardi
I know it's kinda dumb
But I miss the way you dressed all punk
With the black and the studs and the ripped up gloves
Bet she loved your tough guy front
So take your orchids elsewhere, elsewhere
I loved you to death
But now I don't really care
'Cause you're running round over there
Yeah, you're running round over there
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're running round over there
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're running round over there
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