| All you are is black ink on blue lines
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| But all I am is one notch in a bedpost
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| Or at most the ghost that keeps you warm
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| Just the ghost
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| We went searching for some comfort by using one another
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| Both needing lovers of some sort, but it was vile and it was cheap
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| And we trade for what we need with words and curves behind closed doors
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| I bought the lines I needed from you
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| Slippin' out of that dress and my high heel shoes
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| I guess I needed my fix too
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| I spent the nights, oh, you spent your words
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| And we both got hooked, we both got burned
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| 'Cause I move the way that you like
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| And you fed me your best lines
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| And we took one more hit of skin and script
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| You lose me in your sleep tucked beneath the same sheets that shelter my bare
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| skin
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| And I lose my mind when I rewind every time I tasted your sweat I breathed your
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| heat in
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| 'Cause the only way you keep me warm now is burning lyrics I wrote down
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| And I bought the lines I needed from you
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| Slippin' out of that dress and my high heel shoes
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| I guess I needed my fix too
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| I spent the night and smoked your words
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| 'Til we both got high, we all got worse
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| 'Cause I love you like you needed
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| And you became my addiction
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| Sweet and sick
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| With one more hit of skin and script |