| I’ve got problems
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| I’m gonna use them
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| I’m gonna keep them from you 'til you cry
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| I’ve got machine guns
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| I never shoot them
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| I only borrowed them in case we die
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| Late nights, play fights
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| I’m freezing and you’re leaving me here
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| Blue and red up I’m fed, you’re upset almost dead, tongue twisted
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| 35 nightmares and 94 days since I got near you and your anxious ways
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| Hey darling, let’s steal it
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| I’m certain you’re sure
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| Spell it to me love
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| And as we planned there’s fireworks, stage right
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| They’re swallowing the brains of all in sight
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| It’s 1am, that’s the evening your time
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| We’re counting sheep
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| Sell it to me, love
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| Leave it while it still smolders
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| So I’ll have to say I told you
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| I carved our names in a tree there
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| I meant the letters to be bolder, bolder
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| Around the angles there’s a race
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| Where silver never gets golder
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| And baby when we get older
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| We don’t have to get colder |