| Do you think of me in the winter breeze?
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| Heaven in your hair. |
| Hell on your sheets
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| Love songs full of hate
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| The kids are digging early graves
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| They’re alright
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| We sleep away the pain
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| Spend the night cursing the day
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| They’re alright
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| So, I’ve been wasting all my time for you, it’s always you
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| I’ve been low, I’ve been low
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| I hate to tell you, but what the hell can I do?
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| I’ve been low, I’ve been low
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| It’s a waste of time gambling
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| When all we get is the worst luck
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| We’re alright
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| When I crush on you from afar
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| You just crash me like a car
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| We’re alright
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| So, I’ve been wasting all my time for you, for you, for you
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| I’ve been low, I’ve been low
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| I hate to tell you, but what the hell can I do?
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| I’ve been low, I’ve been low
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| Young love. |
| Teenage taste
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| Holding hands, we fain desire
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| Cigarettes are tempting fate
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| We’re lighting them from friendly fire
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| I’ve been low, I’ve been low
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| I hate to tell you, but what the hell can I do?
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| I’ve been low, I’ve been low
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| I’ve been low, I’ve been low
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| I hate to tell you, but what the hell can I do?
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| I’ve been low, I’ve been low |