| Why do you think I made the excuses
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| To make words land like bruises
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| I'm so over the headaches
|
| Making love songs and sex tapes
|
| Let's just cut the illusion
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| Cause in this game we're both loosing
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| And I know you don't want this
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| I feel like your hostage not your lover
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| Hidden undercover
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| When you love me when you wake up
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| Is it me or am I not enough
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| Then you leave when I'm hollow
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| Some days I get so low
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| It has to be a way out
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| Hostage not your lover
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| Hidden undercovers
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| Wake up, not enough
|
| Then you leave when I'm hollow
|
| Some days I get so low
|
| Why do you think I made the excuses
|
| To make words land like bruises
|
| I'm so over the headaches
|
| Making love songs and sex tapes
|
| Let's just cut the illusion
|
| Cause in this game we're both loosing
|
| And I know you don't want this
|
| I feel like your hostage not your lover
|
| Hidden undercover
|
| When you love me when you wake up
|
| Is it me or am I not enough
|
| Then you leave when I'm hollow
|
| Some days I get so low
|
| It has to be a way out
|
| I feel like your hostage not your lover
|
| Hidden undercover |
| When you love me when you wake up
|
| Is it me or am I not enough
|
| Then you leave when I'm hollow
|
| Some days I get so low
|
| It has to be a way out |