| She’s a black cat
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| Hanging 'round my doorstep
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| I’ll need all day tomorrow
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| To recover from today
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| I was boxing with my shadow
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| At a stoplight when the clocks changed
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| It was midnight I was mixed up
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| When she called to drag the lake
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| I think I’m running short on inspiration
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| She’s running long on borrowed time
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| We break with speed
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| That girl can read my racing thoughts
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| She asks the questions
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| I take the floor
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| She takes her shots
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| Taught her a lesson
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| About a forced confession
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| We break with speed
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| That girls can read my racing thoughts
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| My racing thoughts
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| My racing thoughts
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| So I’ll try to keep her steady now
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| But steady’s not her strong suit
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| I was raised going to church
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| But couldn’t practice what they preached
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| So I’m hiring a DJ
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| For the eve of our destruction
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| It was midnight I was mixed up
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| When she found me on the beach
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| I think I’m running low on inspiration
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| She’s running long on borrowed time
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| We break with speed
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| That girl can read my racing thoughts
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| She asks the questions
|
| I take the floor
|
| She takes her shots
|
| Taught her a lesson
|
| About a forced confession
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| We break with speed
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| That girls can read my racing thoughts
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| My racing thoughts
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| My racing thoughts |