| Word on the street says that her heart beats to my time
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| But the rhythm ain’t right for your stereotype
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| But now I’m tongue tied
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| The love lines are in ruins
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| Gotta rip the veil off, it’s a mass delusion
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| You covering up the cover of virtue
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| You covering up the cover of virtue
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| You covering up the cover of virtue
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| It’s coming to hurt, it’s coming to hurt you
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| If I told you a secret, well girl could you keep it
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| Behind your angel eyes now I
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| Now that I’m reeling I float to the ceiling
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| To take in your angel eyes all night
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| Now I’m dying out here
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| I’m dying up here
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| For the Love of my life
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| Love of my life
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| Die for your fight
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| Am I the bad guy if don’t hide and I keep up with your illusion
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| Gotta hold my heart tight I’m about to lose it
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| For all the low lives, the wide-eyed and the losers
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| I can see the fault lines in my past accusers
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| You covering up the cover of virtue
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| You covering up the cover of virtue
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| You covering up the cover of virtue
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| It’s coming to hurt, coming to hurt you
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| If I told you a secret, well girl could you keep it
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| Behind your angel eyes now I
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| Now that I’m reeling I float to the ceiling
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| To take in your angel eyes all night
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| Now I’m dying out here
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| I’m dying up here
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| For the love of my life
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| Love of my life
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| Die for your fight
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| Ooh I die
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| Ooh I die
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| Ooh I die
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| Ooh I die
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| Ooh I die
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| Now I’m dying out here
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| I’m dying up here
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| For the love of my life
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| Love of my life
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| Die for your fight |