| I don’t know if you see me the way I see you
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| But you held my neck and you said some shit
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| So I’ve been hoping you do
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| Spill all your secrets in confidence
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| Well I’m filing that as evidence
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| To stall the burn and calm my nerves after I’ve had a few
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| You’re turning my insides you’re making me sick
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| But you’re such a god damned pro never really know if you’re faking it
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| You’re turning my insides you’re making me wish
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| That I was a better girl, with a steady hand that you wanted to be with
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| But even if the cops come calling
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| Said even if the cops come calling
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| I’ll never talk
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| Even if you wreck me, even if you waste the youth I’ve got
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| Baby if the cops come calling
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| I’ll never talk
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| When it’s easy for you then there’s always room for me
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| But when you got some plans, a place to be
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| I’m a throw out ad in a magazine
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| You could do wrong you could do wrong like hundred times
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| But I’ll always search the scene for ways to rationalize
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| You’re making my will weak, you fuck with my head
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| Say you wanted me but you never wanted me, you wanted my hunger instead
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| You’re making my will weak, this pit in my chest
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| Told me all about her then you swallowed those words and snuck in my bed |