| Had me in the palm, had me in the palm of your hand
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| You could throw me down to see how I land
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| And I’m the type of bitch running to my next heartbreak
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| But you still pull me 'round to see what I’ll take
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| Oh woah-oh, and I’m just waiting for this house to burn down
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| Oh woah-oh, and I’m just waiting for my luck to run out
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| Oh woah-oh, and if you tell me that you’re leaving
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| Imma need a better reason than you hate the way I’m being, oh oh
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| And I’m just waiting for this house to burn down
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| I’m the type of bitch always gotta dry her eyes
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| 'Cause someone said somethin' that I didn’t like
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| Maybe I’ve been catching, maybe I’ve been catching good days
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| When you’re sweet to me, like lemonade
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| Oh woah-oh, I’m just waiting for this house to burn down
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| Oh woah-oh, I’m just waiting for my luck to run out
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| Oh woah-oh, and if you tell me that you’re leaving
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| Imma need a better reason than you hate the way I’m being, oh oh
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| And I’m just waiting for this house to burn down
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| Damn, you’re good when you say you love me
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| Damn, you’re good when you give me nothing
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| Oh woah-oh, and I’m just waiting for this house to burn down
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| Oh woah-oh, and I’m just waiting for my luck to run out
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| Oh woah-oh, and if you tell me that you’re leaving
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| Imma need a better reason than you hate the way I’m being, oh oh
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| And I’m just waiting for this house to burn down |