| You took my pride and I want it back
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| No more loving on the torture rack
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| No more running when you call my name
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| The things we’ve done, baby make me feel ashamed
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| Minus me, minus you
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| Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house
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| Seven rooms for seven long years
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| Till only dead people livin' here
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| Maybe I should mutter this under my breath
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| But honey I think love scared us to death
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| Opposites subtract
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| Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house
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| We’re so stupid that it makes me want to scream
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| Baby I think dogs have better dreams
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| Would you look at what we try to live up to
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| Baby I don’t want this memory of you
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| Bad boy, bad girl
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| Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house
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| We both came here perfectly tempted
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| And now we’re leaving it perfectly empty
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| Nobody lived here, no woman, no man
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| Just a couple of flies circling a garbage can
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| Think about it, buzz a while
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| Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house
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| Burn it down
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| Burn down the zero house
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| Burn, Burn |