| In the rental car counting money stacks
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| All black Benz with the digi dash
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| It’s like a Nascar the way we zoom past
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| When I was blacking out I won’t remember that
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| When I was blacking out I don’t remember shit
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| But you were dressed in all black
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| Yeah I remember it
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| I’m reaching for you but you’re not there
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| It’s obvious to me that you don’t care
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| Go on
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| In the rental car counting money stacks
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| All black Benz with the digi dash
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| It’s like a Nascar the way we zoom past
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| When I was blacking out I won’t remember that
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| When I was blacking out I don’t remember shit
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| And I’ve been too turnt up
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| So just let me in
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| From the bottom of the ocean
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| 'Til death do us part
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| We can make a brand new start
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| In the rental car counting money stacks
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| All black Benz with the digi dash
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| It’s like a Nascar the way we zoom past
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| When I was blacking out I won’t remember that
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| You won’t remember that
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| No, you won’t remember that
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| That I was with you when you thought you had it figured out
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| (Our love must not be real to you
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| Or it must not mean that much to you)
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| (Our love must not be real to you
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| Or it must not mean that much to you)
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| Go on
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| In the rental car counting money stacks
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| All black Benz with the digi dash
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| It’s like a Nascar the way we zoom past
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| When I was blacking out I won’t remember that
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| You won’t remember that
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| No, you won’t remember that |