| My lipstick cigarette’s still burning
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| Small things
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| Makes halos around your head
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| I know for you I am still yearning
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| The feelings are not dead
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| Cause I feel myself falling forward
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| With no knot there to rescue me
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| My favorite misery
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| Cause when I love, is killing me
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| You’re a beautiful disease
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| The sicker I get, the better I feel
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| There is no cure, no medication
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| I suffer with you on my own
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| I know I’m cursed with infatuation
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| As I wait by the telephone
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| Cause I feel myself falling forward
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| With no knot there to rescue me
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| My favorite misery
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| Cause when I love, is killing me
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| You’re a beautiful disease
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| The sicker I get, the better I feel
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| You’re a beautiful disease
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| The sicker I get, the better I feel
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| You’re killing me
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| Cause I feel myself falling forward
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| With no knot there to rescue me
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| My favorite misery
|
| Cause when I love, is killing me
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| You’re a beautiful disease
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| The sicker I get, the better I feel
|
| You’re a beautiful disease
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| The sicker I get, the better I feel
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| You’re killing me |