I used to talk real smart about handling heartbreak

Could write a book "Ten Ways To Get You Back To Your Feet"

I thought the recipe to find something worth living forWas just a pinch of sun and a long nightly routine

And you′ll be gone out of my system

I just have to blink three times

And your silhouette won't listen every time I start to cry

If I get eight hours I′ll be good tomorrow

If I get eight hours this will all be over

All I needed was somebody, just a body

Someone to get over again

I even started smoking, took one hit

Now I'm afraid that I might be a stoner

You'll be gone out of my system

I just have to blink three times

And your silhouette won′t listen every time I start to cry

If I get eight hours, I′ll be good tomorrow

If I get eight hours this will all be over

Turns out I'm missing the point

When I wake up to your car parked down the street

And cry in the mirror

I know I made the right choice

But it doesn′t change the fact that I'm lonely

And you′ll be gone out of my system

I just have to blink three times

Cracked the code on to forget the one who taught me how to cry

It only took six months and eight hours

Oh

Oh

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