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Hangover

Cassadee Pope

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)
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