| You take the back door
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| And I’ll watch the front
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| You grab the keys, I’ll grab the bonds
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| They’re coming down the stairs
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| Another 'round the front
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| Burgundy
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| On this off-white paint
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| Is what they said they want
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| I’ll never do it again, I’ll never do it again
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| I won’t drop my guard
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| But the look in his eye
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| Says he ain’t got the guts to take this shot
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| I’ll follow you out the back
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| Into your car
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| Well, I must admit, my plans end here
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| I didn’t think we’d come this far
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| I didn’t think we’d make it here
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| Well the lines on your face
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| Match up with the days
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| From the time that you wasted
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| Time that you wasted, oh!
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| Cruising at 50
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| But it feels like a ton
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| That just keeps dragging me down
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| And it won’t stop till it’s won
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| I’ve had these plans
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| Since I was young
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| Next time I’m out of your sight
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| You’ll know that I’ll be gone
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| This morning is softened by a
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| Few shots to the neck
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| Left bleeding, as skin cracks from my lips
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| Left bleeding, as skin cracks from my lips
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| Well the lines on your face
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| Match up with the days
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| From the time that you wasted
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| Time that you wasted, oh!
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| Well the lines on your face
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| Match up with the days
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| From the time that you wasted
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| Time that you wasted
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| It’s not love, it’s not faith, it’s not anything
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| It’s not love, it’s not faith, it’s not anything!
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| Time that you wasted, oh!
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| Time that you wasted, oh! |