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I don't even wanna know
I don't even wanna know where you've been
Or where you're going

How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to know if you're coming
Or you're going

I'm done

I don't even wanna know
I don't even wanna know where you've been
Or where you're going

How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to know if you're coming or you're going
I'm done

The morning after I got dirt on my face
And all I can think about is you
You're chasing Archie such a funny guy
And all I can think about is how he is to you

I don't even wanna know
I don't even wanna know where you've been
Or where you're going

How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to know if you're coming or you're going
I'm done

I'm done your game and I got nothing to do
I only miss you on a Sunday afternoon
My disaster I'm pining over you
And all I can think about is what it means to you

One, two, three, four, f*ck you!
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I don't even wanna know
I don't even wanna know where you've been
Or where you're going

How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to know if you're coming
Or you're going

I'm done

I don't even wanna know
I don't even wanna know where you've been
Or where you're going

How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to know if you're coming or you're going
I'm done

The morning after I got dirt on my face
And all I can think about is you
You're chasing Archie such a funny guy
And all I can think about is how he is to you

I don't even wanna know
I don't even wanna know where you've been
Or where you're going

How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to know if you're coming or you're going
I'm done

I'm done your game and I got nothing to do
I only miss you on a Sunday afternoon
My disaster I'm pining over you
And all I can think about is what it means to you

One, two, three, four, f*ck you!
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Writer: RUSSELL GRANT COWARD, GAD DE COMBES, THOMAS JAMES REVINGTON, JAKE RUBINSTEIN, ALASTAIR LESLIE THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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