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Look out I’m on a search for self destruction
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Crawling over the great plains of my cell phone contacts
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Just to, find a pretty girl to take home late at night
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To hold my sweaty palms and stuff
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Heads up because I’m always moving forward
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And if sometimes I get scared I know that I can look towards you
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Back of the pack but not back of my mind
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And that’s the worst part knowing I gotta’ find someone new
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Yeah, I said that I’m always moving forward
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But my head’s really on a swivel
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Searching for the tracks I made when I left you
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And though it sounds like I lost what I got
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What I’m really trying to say is I’m gonna’ get back what I lost
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So you better tell your fucking heart to look out
