| Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
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| and this morning I threw up fire
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| But it’s nothing new
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| I’ve been piecing it together and it’s got something to do with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
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| And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
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| Every stupid melody to every stupid song,
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| and every stupid word that everybody’s hanging on What difference does this difference in age make?
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| I know how it ends… she’ll kill me quick.
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| Call 911, I’m already dead but
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| someone should be caught and held responsible
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| for this bloody mess
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| Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
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| and I woke up with a shiner
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| And it’s all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
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| of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
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| And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
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| And we beat each other up just like we always do When I’m talking to myself I’d always rather be talking to you
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| What difference does this difference in age make?
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| I know how it ends… she’ll kill me quick.
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| Call 911, I’m already dead but
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| someone should be caught and held responsible
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| for this bloody mess
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| Call homicide, take the case to court
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| Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
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| I’m her number one chalk outline on the floor
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| They hung her from the bridge on Monday
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| The gathering turned to a mob out on the lawn
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| They dropped her body in the river
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| School and work returned to normal before long
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| (before long… and no one will mention any of this again)
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| Call 911, I’m already dead but
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| someone should be caught and held responsible
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| for this bloody mess
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| Call homicide, take the case to court
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| Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
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| I’m her number one chalk outline on the floor |