| I’ve been known, to always get my way
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| Even though, that’s never been the case
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| As we grow, the world has been turned backwards
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| And our house, it doesn’t feel the same
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| And you tell me, that you love me more as time passes by
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| That you’ll never think of anyone again
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| You paint yourself a saint
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| A filthy little slave for me
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| You’re never ever one
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| At last, I never understood myself
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| I have learned, we’ve always been too scared to be alone
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| I can’t deny, who’s more frozen
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| When in fact, it’s never hard to grow
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| And we found friction, in between smoke and midnight roads
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| Let’s grow tired, as the room a desert glance
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| You paint yourself a saint
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| A filthy little slave for me
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| You’re never ever one
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| You paint yourself a saint
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| A filthy little slave for me
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| You’re never ever one
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| You paint yourself a saint
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| A filthy little slave for me
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| You’re never ever one |