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She's got a price on my head, |
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And that price is |
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D.E.A.D. dead, |
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Another story of a love gone bad, |
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Now she wants me in a body bag. |
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I gotta get out, |
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Get out, get away, |
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A countdown to the end of my days, |
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And i know she ain't gonna stop, |
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Till i'm in the ground and starting to rot. |
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Hey now baby you're so strange, |
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And you like it that way, |
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How could something so beautiful turn out so fucking deranged. |
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Now baby wants blood and she wants mine, |
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Sending a shiver up my spine, |
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Things just well from bad to worse, |
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I guess it's all down hill now, |
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From here to the hearse. |
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She's got murder on her mind, |
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And somehow i'm first in line, |
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You tried your best to be the worst, |
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And now i'm living with this curse. |
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I gotta get out, |
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Get out, get away, |
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A countdown to the end of my days, |
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And i know she ain't gonna stop, |
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Till i'm in the ground and starting to rot. |
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Hey now baby you're so strange, |
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And you like it that way, |
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How could something so beautiful turn out so fucking deranged. |
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Now baby wants blood and she wants mine, |
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Sending a shiver up my spine, |
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Things just well from bad to worse, |
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I guess it's all down hill now, |
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From here to the hearse. |
|
Hey now baby you're so strange, |
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And you like it that way, |
|
How could something so beautiful turn out so fucking deranged. |
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Now baby wants blood and she wants mine, |
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Sending a shiver up my spine, |
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Things just well from bad to worse, |
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I guess it's all down hill now, |
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From here to the hearse. |
