Once I was seven years old, my mamma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely.
Once I was seven years old.
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
to tell you I'm sorry
for breaking your heart
But it don't matter,
it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore
Ooooohh, anymore
Ooooohh, anymore
Ooooohh, anymore
Anymore
Sugar how you get so fly
Sugar how you get so fly
Sugar how you get so fly
Sugar how you get so fly

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