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Written by Ina Forsman


You`re calling me pissed off again

Let me guess

I didn`t do the dishes

did I leave a mess

I always sleep too long

There`s always something wrong

Just who I am as a person

Alway living by my foolish songs

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Tryna love you like you wanna be loved

Tryna hear you like you want to be heard

You always bring it up when I thought

I was treating you good

Once again I got your feelings hurt

You ask me to show my fire

Then get upset once you get burnt

Burnt


Oh I think love is nasty

you should know by now

you got a daughter and your babymama`s

Always fussin` out

I think love is nasty

But I`d still like to figure

Figure it out

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I`d still like to figure it out


I never water the flowers

Bills don`t get paid

I`m always running late

You say there`s a hidden message

Behind everything I do

Let the blaming game begin

As the flower drops its last dried up leaf

Leaf


I still think that love is magic

You should know by now

Every time your daughter`s here

She brings the light into this house

I think love is magic

would you still like to figure 

Figure me out

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Figure me out


My love is deeper than the ocean

Why my mouth is getting dry

Of all the wrong I did to you

When I thought I was doing just fine


My love is deeper than the ocean

So why there`s tears in your eyes


Cos real love is hurting

Hits you hard sometimes

It`s not meant to be easy

No that`s not what it`s about

You should know

That real love is hurting

Hits you hard sometimes

But for you and only you

I`d still like to figure

Figure it out

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Figure it out


I`d still like to figure it

Figure it

Figure it out

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