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This love is a true romance |
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How the plots' thick and twisted |
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To good to be real, to real, to be fake |
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And I swear, she's the death of me |
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All this friction created generates too much heat |
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If you cared, you'd walk away right now |
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'cause every bit of me wants you |
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Despite all the pain I withstand, |
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I didn't light this fire |
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But how it burns, burns, burns |
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Now there's sirens down the street tonight |
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I can hear them coming |
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So get up from this bed that's going down in flames |
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And reach for the alarm 'cause baby we're ablaze |
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I'm crashing to the ground, more than a heart can take |
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So pull me from this wreck, cause baby we're ablaze |
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You're the picture in the locket, the gun in the chest |
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The fire which upon me lately is set |
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You're the fuel, and the cinder, completely contained |
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You're my birth and my death, all in the same |
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Now there's sirens down the street tonight |
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I can hear them coming |
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So get up from this bed that's going down in flames |
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And reach for the alarm 'cause baby we're ablaze |
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I'm crashing to the ground, more than a heart can take |
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So pull me from this wreck, 'cause baby we're ablaze |
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Now there's sirens down the street tonight |
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I can hear them coming |
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So get up from this bed that's going down in flames |
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And reach for the alarm 'cause baby we're ablaze |
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I'm crashing to the ground, more than a heart can take |
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So pull me from this wreck, 'cause baby we're ablaze |
