The Chainsmokers - My Type Lyrics
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My Type
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What Are The Lyrics For My Type By The Chainsmokers?
You don't gotta say it, I know you ain't stayin' over
And I won't even mention the fact that you're never sober I never know which side I'm gonna get tonight And the closer we get, the less I think I know you But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah And I'm foolin' myself, 'cause I know that I'll never change ya But you told me the truth, so I guess I can't really blame ya No, you're not the one, but you're all I want, yeah People say I'll get hurt, I don't know what they're so afraid of But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Yeah, you're just my type (oh, I hate to say it, but you're) Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah My type Oh, I hate to say it, but you're just my type My type Oh, I hate to say it, but you're just my type |
Who Wrote My Type By The Chainsmokers?
Andrew Taggart, Britt Burton, Emily Warren
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