| The forecast said it would be sunny
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| I guess they got it wrong
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| It’s raining again in Silverlake
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| And I need to hear my song
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| The one that puts me in the mood
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| To spill my guts and talk to you
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| Saves me from my self-inflicted worry when I do
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| Oh, you’re asleep right now but I’m still wide awake
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| It’s hard for me to close my eyes without no pill to take
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| I think of all the times I tried, the nights I dreamed I’d died
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| Help me feel alive again 'cause I’m so dead inside
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| Well, I’m a liar and you’re my saint
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| It feels so good being the one they hate
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| And I’m a sinner, so let’s all pray
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| I wouldn’t want it any other way
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| Well, have you heard the news, I’ve got a blue bruise on my hip
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| The truth can be a brutal business, I just need a kiss
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| Someone to tape my wrists, I think that I’m about to bleed
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| But I know it’s not up to you to give me what I need
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| Oh, you’re awake right now so I must be asleep
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| It seems I’ve got a secret that I ain’t afraid to keep
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| I think of all the times I tried to tell you how I feel
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| But it’s so hard to mend my wounds that just refuse to heal
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| Well, I’m a liar and you’re my saint
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| It feels so good being the one they hate
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| And I’m a sinner, so let’s all pray
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| I wouldn’t want it any other way
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| Take me back, let’s go back
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| It’s so dark here, it’s so black
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| Exquisite with stillness, the fragrance of flesh
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| The taste of revenge and my wounds are still fresh
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| Now here she comes with her bloody red lips
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| Funeral-white skin and her generous hips
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| Drenched in the scent of romance like no other
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| She’s so filthy gorgeous that death has become her
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| Well, I’m a liar and you’re my saint
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| It feels so good being the one they hate
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| And I’m a sinner, so let’s all pray
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| I wouldn’t want it any other way |