| There’s a carpet stain in my bedroom
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| Made of cabernet
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| And every time that I walk past it I see your face
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| There’s a jar deep in my closet
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| Where I hide your things
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| You want to keep it a secret love that’s alright with me
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| It’s getting harder to bite my tongue when we’re staying up so late
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| Maybe it’s the midnight high
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| Cigarettes and champagne lights but
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| Baby you’re the reason why I’m dying
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| Oh you know if looks could kill
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| You’d be my bottle of pills and
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| Swear that when they found me I’d be smiling
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| There’s a candle by the window
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| Blowing in the wind
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| Reminds me of the love that you’re giving me
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| And maybe you’re a stop in time
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| Maybe you’re the sun
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| Maybe you’re the reason I could be someone
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| It’s getting harder to bite my tongue when we’re staying up so late
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| Maybe it’s the midnight high
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| Cigarettes and champagne lights but
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| Baby you’re the reason why I’m dying
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| Oh you know if looks could kill
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| You’d be my bottle of pills and
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| Swear that when they found me I’d be smiling
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| Maybe it’s the midnight high
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| Cigarettes and champagne lights but
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| Baby you’re the reason why I’m dying
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| Oh you know if looks could kill
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| You’d be my bottle of pills and
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| Swear that when they found me I’d be smiling
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| Baby you’re the reason why I’m dying |