| Please don’t kill me
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| I’ll just bleed on your back seat
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| Scream at the top of my lungs
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| If i die screaming
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| Will my words have any meaning
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| Or will they just fade away
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| I don’t remember much of last night
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| In fact i can’t recall anything anything
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| No not anything at all
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| I’ve been lying on the bathroom floor
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| Never felt this hungover before
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| My cell phone’s dying, i’m still trying
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| To stumble out the door
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| Put on my clothes and sit awake for
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| The long drive getting home
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| In the mirror i reflect on my damages
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| Rub my eyes and leave whomever’s house this is
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| I’m bombarded with memories
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| Salt in my hair from the late night ocean breeze
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| With the taste of you still on my lips
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| I’ll always be a sucker for an orange county kiss
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| No this isn’t what it looks like oh right
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| I didn’t come here for a fist fight tonight
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| My memory lags like a youtube flick yo
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| Why’s your boyfriend always gotta be such a prick
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| Cuz after all it was you who led me on
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| Now i’m taking hits from fists on the front lawn
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| There was a time when i said i wouldn’t fight back
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| Your timing deciding is only so much more than that
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| Put on my clothes and sit awake for
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| The long drive getting home
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| In the mirror i reflect on these bandages
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| Around my eyes and leave whomever’s house this is
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| I’m bombarded with memories
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| Salt in my hair from the late night ocean breeze
|
| With the taste of you still on my lips
|
| I’ll always be a sucker for an orange county kiss
|
| Please don’t kill me
|
| I’ll just bleed on your backseat
|
| Scream at the top of my lungs
|
| If i die screaming will my words have any meaning
|
| Or will they just fade away
|
| Put on my clothes and sit awake for
|
| The long drive getting home
|
| In the mirror i reflect on my damages
|
| Rub my eyes and leave whomever’s house this is
|
| I’m bombarded with memories
|
| Salt in my hair from the late night ocean breeze
|
| With the taste of you still on my lips
|
| I’ll always be a sucker… so as i
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| Put on my clothes and sit awake for
|
| The long drive getting home
|
| In the mirror i reflect on my damages
|
| Rub my eyes and leave whomever’s house this is
|
| I’m bombarded with memories
|
| Salt in my hair from the late night ocean breeze
|
| With the taste of you still on my lips
|
| With the taste of you still on my lips
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| I’ll always be a sucker for an orange county kiss |