| Hot as hell, we’ve landed in the streets
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| Tongue-tied, I watch you slip away
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| I like the scent when you blow your smoke my way
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| But it’s all ending on this Tuesday in L.A.
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| Searching for the words, tryin' to make everything okay
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| Nothing but a losing game, can’t sell you on my heartache
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| Heavy on my brain, making me feel so insane
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| Tell me it’s not worth the pain, baby, we’re a hurricane
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| Kiss you goodbye for the last time
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| Return to sender, my heart in a letter
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| Kiss you goodbye for the last time
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| Return to sender, feeling so alive
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| Some things are meant to die
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| What to say? |
| I say I miss your mom
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| Guess I won’t be at your birthday in a month
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| Tell your friends I’m not like what they say
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| And maybe we’ll meet again someday
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| Searching for the words, tryin' to make everything okay
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| Tell me it’s not worth the pain, baby, we’re a hurricane
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| Kiss you goodbye for the last time
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| Return to sender, my heart in a letter
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| Kiss you goodbye for the last time
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| Return to sender, feeling so alive
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| 'Cause some things are meant to die
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| Kiss you goodbye for the last time
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| Return to sender, my heart in a letter
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| Kiss you goodbye for the last time
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| Return to sender, feeling so alive
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| 'Cause some things are meant to die |