| Jet black mascara, running from your eyes
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| Like lights in Paris, It keep you up at night
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| Living so careless now
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| Like you ain’t scared to die it’s all apparent how
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| You need somebody in your life
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| You can stay out of trouble, keep changing your number
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| You always fall for the wrong kind of lovers
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| You know that I keep it all under cover
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| Who am I to judge you girl?
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| You always fall for the bad ones
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| (You always fall for the bad ones)
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| You got the taste of the bad blood
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| (You got the taste of the bad blood)
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| You’re not the type for destruction (Type for destruction)
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| You always fall for the bad one
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| But I don’t wanna be another battle wound
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| Acting like you’re bulletproof
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| But I know it’s killing you
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| Heart is always black and blue
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| You always fall for the bad ones
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| You always fall for the bad ones, bad ones
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| Drop-top Carrera, you’re runnin' from your life
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| Wind in your hair, yeah (Yeah)
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| With a teardrop in your eye
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| Got that dashboard flashing, your gas lights on
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| Got that stamped up passport, what you tryna outrun?
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| You and you’re always on the move, from the Hamptons to Malibu
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| All the free trips I keep telling you (Yeah)
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| But you medicated with the goods
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| You can stay out of trouble, keep changing your number
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| You always fall for the wrong kind of lovers
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| You know that I keep it all under cover
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| Who am I to judge you girl?
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| You always fall for the bad ones
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| (You always fall for the bad ones)
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| You got the taste of the bad blood
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| (You got the taste of the bad blood)
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| You’re not the type for destruction
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| (You're not the type for destruction)
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| You always fall for the bad one
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| But I don’t wanna be another battle wound
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| Acting like you’re bulletproof
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| But I know it’s killing you
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| Heart is always black and blue
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| You always fall for the bad ones
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| You always fall for the bad ones, bad ones
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| You always fall for the bad ones, bad ones
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| The bad ones |