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Woah, Woah, Woah (and some of you better steal mine)
Woah, Woah, Woah (and some of you better steal mine)

Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything's such a blur, it didn't come out right.
All of the sudden it's cold and we're falling apart.
No this can't be, please don't leave me alone in the dark.

And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like i'm desperate, I'm not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.

Woah, Woah, Woah (and some of you better steal mine)
Woah, Woah, Woah (and some of you better steal mine)

I've never been a fan of long good-byes.
I'm at the finish line and you're just way too far behind.
In the morning I got in a fight with myself, I got the bruises to prove it.
Then I swallowed your words and spit them right back out.

And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like i'm desperate, I'm not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.
No.

It's like a fairy tale without a happy ending (happy ending).
But then again maybe we are just pretending.
Why does it have to be so unfair?
Tell me that you care.

And I guess we're really over, but come over, i'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, i'm not over it, oh.

Little miss (Woah), little miss (Woah), little miss Woah), little miss obsessive.
Little miss (Woah), little miss (Woah), little miss Woah), little miss obsessive.

Late night you make me feel like i'm desperate, I'm not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.


Woah, Woah, Woah (and some of you better steal mine)
Woah, Woah, Woah (and some of you better steal mine)