| I don’t know where to drive
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| I better go
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| I’ve gotta run for miles
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| From here to bury us
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| And if I turn up my radio
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| I still feel nothing (anymore)
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| Adrenaline is coming down, coming down
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| It’s running out on me
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| I’m that sinful, that sinful
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| That sinful
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| I’m that sinful, that sinful
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| That sinful
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| And now the wolves don’t cry
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| And eyes turn green
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| You ran into the night
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| Just like a movie scene
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| Looks like you have lost your Romeo
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| And now there’s nothing (anymore)
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| Adrenaline is coming down, coming down
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| It’s running out of me
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| I’m that sinful, that sinful
|
| That sinful
|
| I’m that sinful, that sinful
|
| That sinful
|
| I’m that sinful, that sinful
|
| That sinful
|
| I’m that sinful, that sinful
|
| That sinful
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| I’m that sinful, that sinful
|
| That sinful
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| I’m that sinful, that sinful
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| That sinful |