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As I choke, tried to wash you down with something stong |
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Tried, but the taste of blood remains |
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All these cold, empty mattresses and falling stars |
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My, how they start to look the same |
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So keep in happiness |
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And torture me while I tell you |
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"Let's go in style" |
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A million hooks around |
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A million ways to die |
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Darling, it's cold outside... |
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No, no more eyes to see the sun |
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You slide into bed while I get drunk |
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Slow conversations with a gun |
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Mean more than I've ever said to anyone |
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So keep in happiness |
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And torture me while I tell you |
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"Let's go in style" |
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A million hooks around |
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A million ways to die |
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Darling, let's go inside, it will be alright. |
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But last night |
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You said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables |
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Almost fought some bitch at the club |
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Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes |
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Well fuck, what am I supposed to be impressed? |
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You're just another set of bones to lay to rest |
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So i'll say goodnight |
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Hope you had a really good time. |
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Good time |
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But i will soon forget the colors of your eyes |
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And you'll forget mine |
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So keep in happiness |
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And torture me while I tell you |
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"Let's go in style" |
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A million hooks around |
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A million ways to die |
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Let's go outside |
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It'll be alright |
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But last night |
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You said ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables. |
