| You gave me your ace card
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| I gave you my time
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| In a day of confusion
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| I said Id stash it with mine
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| But now my temperatures rising
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| My back has grown small
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| If you keep on calling
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| I don’t think Ill give anymore
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| Cos you drank my blood
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| And there’s no more left for you
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| Yes you shot to kill
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| But you couldn’t see it through
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| We could have wrecked this place
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| Won another race
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| Could have walked scot-free out of here
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| You held out your greasy hand
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| It slipped away
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| I could have died
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| I could have cried
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| Could have saved you this time
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| Cos you drank my blood
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| And there’s no more left for you
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| Yes you shot to kill
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| But you couldn’t see it through
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| We could have wrecked this place
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| Won another race
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| Could have walked scot-free out of here
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| But if there is someone
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| Point me at someone
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| Show me someone
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| Who feels like I see |