| Baby, I hurt you
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| But you don’t seem to mind
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| We all like to be destroyed sometimes
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| Baby, I loved you
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| But only for a night
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| Some moments can be worth more than lifetimes
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| Yeah, I’ve always pulled the petals off of flowers
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| And I’ve always liked tattoos on porcelain
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| Yeah, I’m not one for sun, prefer the showers
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| Yeah, it would be a sin not to sin
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| 'Cause you and I are like guns and roses
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| Locked and loaded, you’ve been chosen
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| 'Cause you’re more beautiful when you’re broken
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| Scars are showing, you’re cut open
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| Let me hit you with a click-click-boom
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| Click-click-boom
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| In my darkness
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| You turned on a light
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| I hate the way you bring me back to life
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| 'Cause I am haunted
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| I cannot tell a lie
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| I like you better when I am dead inside
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| Yeah, I’ve always pulled the petals off of flowers
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| And I’ve always liked tattoos on porcelain
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| Yeah, I’m not one for sun, prefer the showers
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| Yeah, it would be a sin not to sin
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| 'Cause you and I are like guns and roses
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| Locked and loaded, you’ve been chosen
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| 'Cause you’re more beautiful when you’re broken
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| Scars are showing, you’re cut open
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| Let me hit you with a click-click-boom
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| Click click boom
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| You’ve got an appetite for destruction
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| I guess that makes you just like me (like me)
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| You put the barrel inside your mouth
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| Just to feel the metal between your teeth
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| An appetite for destruction (yes you do)
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| I guess that makes you just like me (that makes you just like me)
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| You put the barrel inside your mouth
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| Just to feel the metal between your teeth
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| 'Cause you and I are like guns and roses (guns and roses)
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| Locked and loaded (locked and loaded), you’ve been chosen
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| 'Cause you’re more beautiful
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| When you’re broken (when you’re broken)
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| Scars are showing (scars are showing), you’re cut open
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| Let me hit you with a click-click-boom
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| Click click boom (click click boom)
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| Click click boom |