| It’s 6am, spitting grey
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| Don’t know why
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| I let you treat me this way
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| I keep holding on To your middle finger
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| But now I know
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| I gotta pull the trigger
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| I pick up the pieces
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| One by one
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| Put them back together now
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| And stuff 'em back in my gun
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| I got news for you
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| It’s goin' down
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| Before you come home and tell me That you’re not angry
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| I’ll be leavin' town
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| I got news
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| The bodies are bathing
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| In my backyard
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| There’s games being played
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| And I’m holding the cards
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| The key doesn’t work
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| The numbers been changed
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| Turn off the lights
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| And I’m lookin' for strange… ohh
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| J’ai des nouvelles pour toi
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| C’est la fin de notre histoire
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| Tu me brise le coeur pour la derniere fois.
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| C’est vrai.
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| Et maintenant, quand je me promene dans la nuit,
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| Je regarde la lune, les etoiles et les voitures qui passe
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| Et je regarde tous sans toi. |