| Damn girl, you gon' be the death of me
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| Love, suicide, you got the recipe
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| Black heart, yeah it’s cold like the rest of me
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| Stop runnin' away
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| Give me a chance before you run
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| And dance before you’re done
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| My body’s goin' numb tonight
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| And love’s a loaded gun
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| This party ain’t no fun
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| The smoke will fill my lungs tonight
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| Maybe I’m not what you lookin' for
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| But I’m what you found
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| 'Cause you’re gonna take my love
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| And run it into the ground
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| So we better leave this party, so
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| You can start diggin' my grave
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| Stop runnin' away
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| Stop runnin' away
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| I drive around then
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| Thinkin' 'bout all the times
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| I was wrong and you were right
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| I’m comin' down, I’m past the light
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| I’m turnin' right, I hope you’re home
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| I gotta talk, I’m here alone
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| I left my friends at the show
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| Give me a chance before you run
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| And dance before you’re done
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| My body’s goin' numb tonight
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| And love’s a loaded gun
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| This party ain’t no fun
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| The smoke will fill my lungs tonight
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| Maybe I’m not what you lookin' for
|
| But I’m what you found
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| 'Cause you’re gonna take my love
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| And run it into the ground
|
| So we better leave this party, so
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| You can start diggin' my grave
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| Stop runnin' away
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| Stop runnin' away
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| Stop runnin' away
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| Stop runnin' away
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| Stop runnin' away
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| Stop runnin' away |