| You’ve got bad dreams from the broken wedding rings
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| That you keep under your pillow while you sleep
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| And there’s open spaces, blank faces
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| When you search for answers on the street
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| Oh, there’s no one left to call
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| Nothin' much to say
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| Pretty sure the world is gonna end today
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| Drink up one last whiskey, head to the dance
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| Baby, this is our last chance
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| Baby, this is our last chance
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| So gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha got tonight
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| Packin' cigarettes
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| Baby, I’m your light
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| Gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha can
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| I’m the last pretty girl
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| You’re the last decent man
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| I’ve got broken heart pieces swimming in my bed
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| Broken conversations floatin' in my head
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| A let down little mermaid trying to find air at the top
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| Pretty sure this spinning world’s about to stop
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| So I cover up in glitter, head to the dance
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| Baby, this is our last chance
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| Baby, this is our last chance
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| So gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha got tonight
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| Packin' cigarettes
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| Baby, I’m your light
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| Gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha can
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| I’m the last pretty girl
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| You’re the last decent man
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| When the world is on fire
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| But your heart is on ice
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| It’s hard to know what’s wrong and what’s right
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| But if you wanna feel your blood burn, get to the floor
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| Scream to God, «I want it more!»
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| More hurricanes, snow storm, rain in my face
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| More midnights drunk and dizzy dancin' at your place
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| A life of fame and fortune and the star of some show
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| Now it’s almost over, almost time to go, oh, go, oh, go oh, go, oh oh, oh…
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| So gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha got tonight
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| Packin' cigarettes
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| Baby, I’m your light
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| Gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha can
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| Baby, this is our last chance
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| Baby, this is our last chance |