Bleachers Hate That You Know Me
I've been talking to strangers
Acting like a ?
Look like I've been up all night
And you know what? I hate it
I put all my things into boxes
Carry on my old lies
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And you know what? I hate it
[Pre-Chorus:]
Oo-oo-ooh
All way down
You're such a harder turn
It feels like a oo-oo-ooh
Fashion points that pressure all right back
Come on, think about it
