| I remember the nights that I wanna forget
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| So young, I should’ve slept in my own bed
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| When stupid meets stupid, it’s just a mistake
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| But when cunning meets clueless, it’s hunter and prey
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| Hunter and prey
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| I’m learning, I’m seeing what I couldn’t see
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| My friends and parents they gave me warning
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| Said don’t follow strangers it’s too dangerous
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| But familiar faces can too wear a mask
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| I’m not your dinner
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| Don’t call me «Sweetheart»
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| Feel like a sinner
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| Didn’t know what waited in the dark
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| Should’ve known it was all a facade
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| Could’ve escaped, I realised too late
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| I didn’t ow a thing, I didn’t have to cave
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| And be your dinnr
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| Didn’t wanna be your dinner
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| Someone please tell me how I can hold on
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| To grudges when I start believing I’m wrong
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| They’ll say that I wanted it, strung them along
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| And that when you mean «No,» you’ve gotta say it twice as strong
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| I’m not your dinner
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| Don’t call me «Sweetheart»
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| Feel like a sinner
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| Didn’t know what waited in the dark
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| Should’ve known it was all a facade
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| Could’ve escaped, I realised too late
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| I didn’t owe a thing, I didn’t have to cave
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| And be your dinner
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| Didn’t wanna be your dinner
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| Don’t pick up your knife and fork
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| Don’t take what was never yours
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| You didn’t walk out your talk
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| Promises are but a joke
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| Don’t pick up your knife and fork
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| Don’t take what was never yours
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| You didn’t walk out your talk
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| You promised
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| I’m not your dinner
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| Don’t call me «Sweetheart»
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| Feel like a sinner
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| Didn’t know what waited in the dark
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| Should’ve known it was all a facade
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| I’m not your dinner
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| Don’t call me «Sweetheart»
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| Feel like a sinner
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| Didn’t know what waited in the dark
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| I should’ve known
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| I remember the nights that I wanna forget
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| So young, I should’ve slept in my own bed
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| When stupid meets stupid, it’s just a mistake
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| But when cunning meets clueless |