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Do you feel bad for the sins you commit |
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No just the ones that I wish I did |
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And I can't believe I'm talking |
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To anyone but myself |
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You bring out something in me |
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That I can't seem to help |
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I don't mind living here (as long as I don't die here) |
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The best things in life are not free (not talking 'bout diamond rings) |
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You're warm and misleading (soon my heart will be retreating) |
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Out the door we came in |
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And I'm dancing in this cadence |
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It's much easier than saying |
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That I'd rather be left alone |
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Because I don't know what I want |
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And I doubt I ever will |
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Oh you desperate empty soul |
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Will you ever be fulfilled |
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I don't mind living here (as long as I don't die here) |
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The best things in life are not free (not talking 'bout diamond rings) |
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You're warm and misleading (soon my heart will be retreating) |
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Out the door we came in |
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Then you do feel bad for the sins you commit |
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Hell no just the ones that I wish I did |
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And I can't believe I'm talking |
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To anyone but myself |
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You bring out something in me |
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That I can't seem to help |
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I don't mind living here (as long as I don't die here) |
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The best things in life are not free (not talking 'bout diamond rings) |
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You're warm and misleading (soon my heart will be retreating) |
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Out the door we came... |