| Waking up your neighbors downstairs
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| I’ve been inside your bedroom a thousand years
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| And as you tie me to the bed for good I say
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| That I want you in the most unromantic ways
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| Louisiana, You’re torturing me with a beautiful face
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| Ana, come on, I thought we had a damn good thing
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| A penny in the couch and a diamond ring
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| So, baby, stay away from my friends
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| Because I need them to carry me when it’s over
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| I’ll count back from ten and you can listen to glass hearts shattering
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| I don’t know how you get into me
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| Down my throat and made a home in my veins
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| They used to be the rivers that would take us away
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| Now you only call me every Christmas and my birthday
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| I still can’t believe how you look next to me
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| Just like a strip club bedroom scene
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| Baby, stay away from my friends
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| Because I need them to carry me when it’s over
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| I’ll count back from ten
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| And you can Listen to something that you’ve never heard before
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| Oh, never heard before. |
| (waow oh)
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| Oh, never heard before. |
| (waow oh)
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| But you don’t know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night
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| Scaring the thought of kissing razors
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| This blood evacuation is telling me to cave in, stay away, oh no (noooo noooo
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| oooh noooo)
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| Just stay away from my friends
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| (oooh oooh ooooh oh oooh oooh oooh oooh ooooh oooh ooh ooh oooh oooo oooh oooh
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| oooh oooh oooh) |