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(How about a big act)

I don't want to love you anymore
My heart is tired out from running after yours
I won't answer the door when you show up late at night
So go and put the stars in someone else's sky
I won't come round when you need a fix
I was so young, but I've grown wiser to your tricks
So save up your data and your late night taxi fares
And spend them on her I really don't care

There's a part of me that wants to know what you're drinking
To swallow the pill of me not caring what you're thinking
There's a part of me that hopes you'll show up at my door
Just so I can tell you to not do that anymore

No more black and white movie nights
We know them well enough to recite all the lines
No more howling like a wolf 'til I crawl back in your room

It wasn't love it was a trick
It wasn't love it was a trick
It wasn't love it was a trick
Of the moon

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