| Ashley! |
| Are you running around?
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| Are you crying out in bloody murder?
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| Ashley! |
| Are you bumming around?
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| You’re crying on my cold shoulder
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| You used to dangle my heart with your puppet strings
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| You dangled your desires right in front of my face
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| You led me to the well but wouldn’t let me drink
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| Swallowing my pride and I never even got the taste
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| But time comes around and I’m not so naive
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| I finally lost touch, 'cause you’re so out of reach
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| You say that you’re fine, but I know that you ain’t
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| You’re looking like hell, and you’re no fucking saint
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| Ashley! |
| Are you running around?
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| Are you crying out in bloody murder?
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| Ashley! |
| Are you bumming around?
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| You’re crying on my cold shoulder
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| Ashley! |
| Are you running around?
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| Are you crying out in bloody murder?
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| Ashley! |
| Are you bumming around?
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| You’re crying on my cold shoulder
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| You are where you are, a wish on a shooting star
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| You are a filthy thought in my memory
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| I taste the cigarettes and liquor on your breath
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| We used to call it speed but now it’s crystal meth
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| Back when I loved you but you’re scaring me to death
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| This careless memory and now I could care less
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| But time comes around and I’m not so naive
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| I finally lost touch, 'cause you’re so out of reach
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| You say that you’re fine, but I know that you ain’t
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| You’re looking like hell, and you’re no fucking saint
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| Ashley! |
| Are you running around?
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| Are you crying out in bloody murder?
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| Ashley! |
| Are you bumming around?
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| You’re crying on my cold shoulder
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| Ashley! |
| Are you running around?
|
| Are you crying out in bloody murder?
|
| Ashley! |
| Are you bumming around?
|
| You’re crying on my cold shoulder
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| Ashley! |
| Ashley!
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| Ashley! |
| Ashley! |