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• Artiste: Cassadee Pope
• Titre: Hangover
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Hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street Suddenly colliding into me Now I'm broken, bruised and beat up tangled in my sheets How can this feel so bad when you seem so good for me? Oh my god, what's wrong with my head? Sweating with the chills, still in my bed Tell me how I'll ever make it through It's the short hellos, and the long goodbyes The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes Makes me want to die, I've got the worst hangover from you Swimming in the deep end trying to keep from turning blue Danger danger hoping not to drown Sinking in the quicksand just to walk right up to you You're so easy to pick up and so hard to put down Oh my god, what's wrong with my head? Sweating with the chills, still in my bed Tell me how I'll ever make it through It's the short hellos, and the long goodbyes The shake in my lip from the look in your eyes Makes me want to die, I've got the worst hangover from you All that I really wanted was a Habit I could drop anytime that I wanted to And what I really got was you (And no medicine is gonna cut it)