| Dirt on your fingernails, blood on your knees
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| But did that ever make you happy?
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| I think you were my best friend, gentle, do not apprehend
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| I know it hasn’t been a dream, but if you pardon, I will mend
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| Drunk in a parking lot, just after 3
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| Tearin' at your hair like a banshee
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| Lighter and a safety pin, light the end, burn to skin
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| I’ll stick to you forever, cause this scar, I think, is permanent
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Falling off the edge with you, ooh-ooh
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| It was too good to be true
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| Good to be true
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| Bite off your fingernails, cut off your skin
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| Tell me that it didn’t happen
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| Running through the dark woods, falling, couldn’t see straight
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| I was only looking for a human to reciprocate
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| Fade into black hole, I need it to breathe
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| But does it really make you happy?
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| Kiss me with a big knife, fighting hard off paradise
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| Led him like a soldier, beats in line, must be nice
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Falling off the edge with you, ooh-ooh
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| It was too good to be true
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| Too good to be true
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| Thought I had all I thought I wanted to
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| I fix him myself, falling way off course
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| And I can see your reflection when I look in mine
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| And I say, I say (I say)
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| Baby, don’t go away
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| Falling off the edge with you, ahh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| It was too good to be true
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| Ooh, falling off the edge with you
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| It was too good to be true
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| Too good to be true |