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Texty: Frames. Burn the Maps. Fake.

You're telling me I should forget you
But why
You're talking like I never knew you
But that's a lie

And you're playing out your game again
Why are you never on my side
And you're telling me I should forget you

Come on, the guys a fake, what do you love him for
And it was my mistake, just kicking in his door
And if it's just a game, then what are we crying for

You're telling me I will regret you
And so
You're talking like I should expect to
But you'll never know

And he's left you in the rain again
And you were always on my mind
And you're telling me I should forget you

Come on, the guys a fake, what do you love him for
And it was my mistake, just kicking in his door
And if it's just a game, then what are we crying for

Come on, the guys a fake, what do you love him for
And it was my mistake, just kicking in his door
And if it's just a game, then what are we crying for

You're telling me I should forget you