| 'Cause I could be a fool for you
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| And you could play me with every word you said
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| And I’d be happy to oblige
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| Go along with a lie
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| Oh, my king, my queen, my lover, my everything
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| And you should not take this lightly, I swear
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| As a holder should stop you drifting with the tide
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| The deep is the cut from your lie
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| And I’m wounded so so easily tonight
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| These days, I can’t keep my words to myself
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| I should just stay quiet in your arms
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| But you let me tear you down
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| You let me strip you bare
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| And leave you a bleeding mess on the ground
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| There’s no surviving anywhere
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| There’s no surviving anywher
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| You let me tear you down
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| You lt me rip out your hair
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| And leave you a bleeding mess on the ground
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| There’s no surviving anywhere
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| There’s no surviving anywhere
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| If you’d only cut me free
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| Let my arms to outrun the wild
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| And come crawling back with roses
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| Just so I could watch you smile
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| And then leave them to wilt and die
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| And now I know I’d have to watch you go over and over
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| Every time I’ll come back like a dog to its owner
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| Until the day I die
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| 'Cause sometimes you even let me win |