| Woke up this morning
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| I didn’t know where we stood
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| Ignored the warnings
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| He pulls the curtain back and kills me with a look
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| And I still hear last night’s argument
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| If I listen, with precision
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| Cold coffee, dirty looks
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| He’s using every trick in the book
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| I read him like last week’s headline
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| So if you’re leaving take your keys
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| Make sure you shut the door on your way back to hell
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| Loving him is just like caviar with a plastic spoon
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| Loving him is just like a prison cell with a perfect view of the moon
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| It’s every season in one day
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| He’ll promise sunshine, you get rain
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| Sun in December, snow in June
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| Oh
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| Loving him is just like a funeral in white
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| Black on our wedding night
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| I don’t mind hell for a honeymoon
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| My friends keep calling
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| Always prepared for the worst
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| With nothing in common
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| They don’t understand how we work
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| And I can see why they’re concerned
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| But I still hear last night’s sarcasm
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| If I listen, with precision
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| Cold coffee, dirty looks
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| He’s using every trick in the book
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| I read him like last week’s headline
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| So if you’re leaving take your keys
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| Make sure you shut the door on your way back to hell
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| Loving him is just like caviar with a plastic spoon
|
| Loving him is just like a prison cell with a perfect view of the moon
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| It’s every season in one day
|
| He’ll promise sunshine, you get rain
|
| Sun in December, snow in June
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| Oh
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| Loving him is just like a funeral in white
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| Black on our wedding night
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| I don’t mind (hell for a honeymoon)
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| We’re Sid and Nancy
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| We’re Bonnie and we’re Clyde
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| We’re cutting corner
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| We’re Jekyll and we’re Hyde
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| What a lovely day for a murder suicide
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| Am I in too deep
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| Tell me am I in too deep, oh
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| Loving him is just like caviar with a plastic spoon
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| Loving him is just like a prison cell with a perfect view of the moon
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| It’s every season in one day
|
| He’ll promise sunshine, you get rain
|
| Sun in December, snow in June
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| Oh
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| Loving him is just like a funeral in white
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| Black on our wedding night
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| But I don’t mind hell for a honeymoon |