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It’s been two years, eight months, and a day
Walking 'round in New York in the rain
And right now I’m a walking cliché
It’s been two years, eight months, nothing’s changed

I’m out here tryna love somebody
I tell myself I’m doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell

Where’d you meet? Where’s he from? What’s his name?
Does he touch, does he love you the same?
And I know I’m a walking cliché
It’s been two years, eight months, nothing’s changed

I’m out here tryna love somebody
I tell myself I’m doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell

By now you’re probably loving somebody
By now you’re probably doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell

It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell

I close my eyes
You’re here in my mind
I close my eyes
You’re here for a while

I’m out here tryna love somebody
I’m out here all by myself
And every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell

By now you’re probably loving somebody
By now you’re probably doing well (Probably loving somebody)
But every time I think about you (Oh yeah)
It still hurts like hell
Yeah (Oh yeah), oh-oh (Oh yeah), yeah
It still hurts like hell
Yeah, oh-oh, yeah
It still hurts like hell

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