| I said, we’ll drown ourselves in misery tonight.
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| I lied, you’ve worn out all your dancing shoes this time.
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| Just give us war, worn lipstick by the door if I inflame.
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| These eyes, have had too much to drink again tonight,
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| Black skies, we’ll douse ourselves in high explosive lights.
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| Just give us war, war, I’ve been calling you all week for my, Shotgun!
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| Pick up the phone!
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| Pick up the phone, f**ker!
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| I wanna see what you’re insides look like,
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| I bet you’re not so pretty on the inside!
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| I wanna see what you’re insides look like,
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| I wanna see 'em.
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| Well you don’t say,
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| And well I can’t explain what happened to my face.
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| Late last night,
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| I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways.
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| And what I’m going through, shot lipgloss through my veins.
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| And well I can’t complain,
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| With the falling rain,
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| I want to save your heart!
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| I want to see what your insides may be! |