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Roll up, I'm having a yard sale with my old stuff
I gotta get rid of this old love
The self-destruction isn't guaranteed
No money back, no money back
I'm moving on, I'm not ain't second nothing
Cleaning up too much troubles in the dust spin
I serious up until love song is no no more
I’m having a yard sale, giving away all of the things
I used to call my own
I’m having a yard sale, giving away all of the memories that used to feel like home
I gotta pack, I gotta pack all of these boxes, and I'm giving 'em all away for free
Guess I'm not person, there's a person that could you
But that person is the only, yeah it's the only
Yeah that's the only
Person is the only
Yeah that's the only
Close box
I buried our pictures in the closed box
You only let me with my clothes offw
Well, I took your ring off my finger, middle finger
Breather, look at it now
I'm moving on, I'm not ain't second nothing
Cleaning up too much troubles in the dust spin
I serious up until love song is no no more
I’m having a yard sale, giving away all of the things
I used to call my own
I’m having a yard sale, giving away all of the memories that used to feel like home
I gotta pack, I gotta pack all of these boxes, and I'm giving 'em all away for free
Guess I'm not person, there's a person that could you
But that person is the only, yeah it's the only
Yeah that's the only
Person is the only
Yeah that's the only
