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Headlights |
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Last rights |
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Phone call that I know you don't want to pick up |
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Goodbye, green eyes |
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Ice block at noon |
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Better keep those eyes shut |
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Shut mine 'cause I'm better off not knowing you |
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Not knowing anyone |
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Is he gonna be good to you |
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With diamond rings and false teeth too |
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Feel it sharpen into my arm |
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I can't stand to see you harmed |
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But you're so beautiful disarmed |
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I let you go like they said |
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But you never came back to me |
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You never came back to me |
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Blackbirds |
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Just words |
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Just things that I shouldn't tell anyone |
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Good thing that you don't write song |
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And sing them up on the stage to everyone |
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Keep a secret |
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Can you keep it good? |
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Will you set a fire when they find out I'm just made of wood? |
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Is he gonna be good to you |
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With diamond rings and false teeth too |
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Feel it sharpen into my arm |
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I can't stand to see you harmed |
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But you're so beautiful disarmed |
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I let you go like they said |
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But you never came back to me |
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You never came back to me |
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But you never came back to me |
