| Some situation, drunk adoration
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| It’s out of your hands, your pulse is raising
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| Can’t keep it subtle, brain in a bottle
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| Picking up pace with your foot on the throttle
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| Your heart skips a beat, you don’t wanna leave
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| 'Cause you think this could be something to die for
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| It’s some situation
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| You’ve gotten into
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| The hurt’s gonna crawl in (Hurt's gonna crawl in)
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| For now, you’re just talking (Now, you’re just talking)
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| Ready to go on (Ready to go on)
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| And he says he’s a real blonde (Say he’s a real blonde)
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| But don’t you smell the bleach
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| The bleach, the bleach, the bleach, the bleach?
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| Don’t you smell the bleach
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| The bleach, the bleach, the bleach, the bleach?
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| Some kind of state, he’s telling lies to relate
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| And he won’t be ignored 'cause he’s this, that, or more
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| It’s a trap, it’s a trap, you’re a fool, it’s a trap
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| Oh, while you blindly assume, fall in love with his perfume
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| And your heart skips a beat, and you don’t wanna leave
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| 'Cause you think this could be something to die for
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| It’s some situation
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| You’ve gotten into, yeah
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| The hurt’s gonna crawl in (Hurt's gonna crawl in)
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| For now, you’re just talking (Now, you’re just talking)
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| Ready to go on (Ready to go on)
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| And he says he’s a real blonde (Say he’s a real blonde)
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| But don’t you smell the bleach
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| The bleach, the bleach, the bleach, the bleach?
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| Don’t you smell the bleach
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| The bleach, the bleach, the bleach, the bleach?
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| When your heart skips a beat, when you don’t wanna leave
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| 'Cause you think this could be something to die for
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| At some situation (Oh)
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| You’ve gotten into (Oh)
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| Don’t you smell the bleach
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| The bleach, the bleach, the bleach, the bleach?
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| Don’t you smell the bleach
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| The bleach, the bleach, the bleach, the bleach?
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| Heart skips a beat, don’t wanna leave
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| Think this could be
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| Heart skips a beat
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| Don’t wanna leave |