| Choke, tried to wash you down with something strong
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| Dry but the taste of blood remains (of blood remains)
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| Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars
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| My, how they start to look the same
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| So keep in happiness
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| And torture me while I tell you,
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| «Let's go in style.»
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| A million hooks around
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| A million ways to die
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| Darling, it’s cold outside
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| No, no more eyes to see the sun (to see the sun)
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| You slide into bed while I get drunk
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| Slow conversations with a gun
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| Mean more than I’ve ever said to anyone, anyone
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| So keep in happiness
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| And torture me while I tell you,
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| «Let's go in style.»
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| A million hooks around
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| A million ways to die
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| Darling, let’s go inside
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| It’ll be alright
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| But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables
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| Almost fought some bitch at the club (yeah!)
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| Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes
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| Well, fuck, what am I supposed to be, impressed?
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| You’re just another set of bones to lay to rest
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| I guess it’s time to say goodnight.
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| Hope you had a really good time, good time
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| And I will soon forget the color of your eyes and you’ll forget mine
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| So keep in happiness
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| And torture me while I tell you,
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| «Let's go in style!»
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| A million hooks around
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| A million ways to die
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| Let’s go outside
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| It’ll be alright
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| But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables |