| The soundtrack of revolution when it just starts
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| You tried to stop me right before we took it too far
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| Breaking your own heart…
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| Breaking your…
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| And we came for the love
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| But we left with the money
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| I hate, I hate
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| I hate the way you love me
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| We are the young heart attacks
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| Full of «I'm never ever gonna come back»
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| And there’s no loyalties among thieves
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| Except for you and me
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| Breaking your own damn heart…
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| Breaking your own damn…
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| A tattoo of an old stiletto on your left arm
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| I’ll write a song about it on the guitar
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| They’ll take our picture when we’re running from the law
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| Breaking your own heart…
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| Breaking your…
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| And we came for the love
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| But we left with the money
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| I hate, I hate
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| I hate the way you love me
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| We are the young heart attacks
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| Full of «I'm never ever gonna come back»
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| And there’s no loyalties among thieves
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| Except for you and me
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| The story started as a monologue
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| But it got better when you came along
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| Just us…
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| Bonnie and Clyde have come alive again
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| But we all know just how the story ends
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| We know…
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| And we came for the love
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| But we left with the money
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| I hate, I hate
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| I hate the way you love me
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| We are the young heart attacks
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| Full of «I'm never ever gonna come back»
|
| And there’s no loyalties among thieves
|
| Except for you and me
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| We are the young heart attacks
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| Full of «I'm never ever gonna come back»
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| And there’s no loyalties among thieves
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| Except for you and me
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| Breaking your own damn heart… |