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you sit here day in and day out,

attempting to pull me in closer,

baby the truth is, i know your type,

yes i do, the sexy one, with bad intentions,



the kind who never has time for love,

your pulling girls in, your pushing me away,

you tell me it's over, it will never be the same,

but somehow you say you still love me,



your friends were on my side all along,

we were flirting behind your back,

we always have late night calls,

me, noah, mason and james,



sad thing is your starting to fall,

somehow i'm pulling you in,

your games starting to end,

oh well baby, game over.