| If your lips could kill
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| They might charge you for murder, for the shit you did
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| On this battlefield, you won’t see no white flag, you ain’t
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| have to quit
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| Through the highs and lows
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| Girl I’m so in to you
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| Heart made of glass, so I see right through you
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| It was all jokes, until you laughed at what was true
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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| When your heart turns cold
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| It’s like sparking a cigarette
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| Let it burn slow
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| Now you’re heartless, so
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| It’s like taking shots to the head
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| Let it burn slow
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Feels like fire burns slow
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| It ain’t nothing like a pretty one
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| It was, even if it wasn’t
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| I’m seeing through the lies
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| Now I think I’m on a stop
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| Nightmares playing in my head
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| Of you walking out on me
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| You created whats coming out of me
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| Through the highs and lows
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| Girl I’m so in to you
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| Heart made of glass, so I see right through you
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| It was all jokes, until you laughed at what was true
|
| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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| When your heart turns cold
|
| It’s like sparking a cigarette
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| Let it burn slow
|
| Now you’re heartless, so
|
| It’s like taking shots to the head
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| Let it burn slow
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Feels like fire burns slow
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Feels like fire burns slow
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| Play with the flame in it
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| Might forget your name in here
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| Don’t know what to do
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| Don’t know what to do
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| Get used to the numb, to the numb
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| Don’t tell me what you want no more
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| I’ll probably make it look too easy
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| When your heart turns cold
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| It’s like sparking a cigarette
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| Let it burn slow
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| Now you’re heartless, so
|
| It’s like taking shots to the head
|
| Let it burn slow
|
| Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Feels like fire burns slow
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Feels like fire burns slow |