| Baby where you going with that rolled up twenty
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| And the razorblaze in your purse?
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| I know you think you’re slick and that you’re getting over
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| But you’re only gonna make it worse
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| Our eyes met across a crowded room
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| In the basement of a smoke-filled church
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| Aw girl you know the world is headed straight for the grave
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| But there’s no reason you should get there first
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| I can tell when I look in your eyes
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| Behind that brave face I know you’re terrified
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| What I’m trying to say is you don’t have to run
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| Back to your painful past and the shit that you’ve done
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| You can still come around from the choices you’ve made
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| When the heat’s coming down girl, well, I’ll be your shade
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| When the cold light of day is too bright for those crying eyes
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| Drop another shot, chop another line
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| Looking for a piece of the action, but that ain’t no way to find no peace of
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| mind
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| On and on and it ain’t never gonna end until you’ve overspent your borrowed time
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| But in the meanwhile girl, you can take some of mine
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| But in the meanwhile girl, you can take some of mine
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| C’mon girl just pick up your phone
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| I wanna know that you’re safe in all the places you roam
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| Wish I could say I’m used to sleeping alone
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| Tossing turning uncertain if you’re coming home
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| Hear the taxi door slam and you stumble upstairs
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| Smelling like breath mints and whiskey and smoke in your hair
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| And crawl into bed like you’ve been here all along
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| Baby please, just unlock the door
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| So I can pick your shaking body off the bathroom floor
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| Wrap you up in blankets, put the kettle on
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| And we can wait for it to boil while I sing you this song
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| Steel myself so I can take it all
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| From the blame to the pain to the vitriol
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| I’ll still be sitting here when you wake up tomorrow |