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You say you miss me, on a Friday night, you probably had a couple drinks
I bet the whiskey, brought me out of the depths of your memory
And it’s half my fault, cause when you call, I’m always picking up the phone, hoping I can see you again
Girl it’s never over, you and me like California sober, Say you need a shoulder, but come twoam, you’re banging on my door girl, yeah we’re caught up in California sober
You know I miss you, the late nights are hurting more than the hell we went through
You cross my mind, just like that we’re back a week and a million times
But it’s half your fault, cause when I call, you’re always picking up the phone, hoping you could see me again
Girl it’s never over, you and me like California sober, say you need a shoulder, but come twoam, you’re banging on my door girl, yeah we’re caught up in California sober
Girl it’s never over, you and me like California sober say you need a shoulder, but come twoam, you’re banging on my door girl, yeah we’re caught up in California sober
