| My hands are frozen into chains behind my back
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| So please, don’t swallow down the key
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| Let me out now
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| Yeah, I’m in trouble
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| Can’t stop what’s coming
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| Can’t blame this one on bad luck
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| How can I? |
| How can I?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I? |
| How can I?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| Iced out, got hot, bit the dust hardcore
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| But I’m at the same place I was before
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| Yeah, I’m in trouble
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| Can’t stop what’s coming
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| Can’t blame this one on bad love
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| How can I? |
| How can I?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I? |
| How can I?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| It was boys and girls, and girls, and boys
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| The Southern Comfort from your comforter got destroyed
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| It was shady eyes with the violent noise
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| We on the graveyard digging where the love is void
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| We had a meltdown underground
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| Just a cemetery chick, but it’s over now
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| But I still taste your bones when I’m all alone
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| You’re the best I ever had, but now you’ve got to go
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| And now I’m on my own
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| I said, «Please don’t go.»
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| Please don’t go
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I? |
| How can I?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| I miss your touch and my skin on yours
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| I want a taste of what I adore
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| How can I? |
| How can I?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up?
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| How can I? |
| How can I?
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| How can I fix what I fucked up? |