| This love, this love
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| This love, this love
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| This love, this love
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| This love looks like a loaded gun
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| A noose around my neck
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| Or a sweet poison
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| If it gets in the wrong hands, then we’re fucked
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| 'Cause heaven knows what you do to me
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| You could chain me up or set me free
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| You could suffocate or let me breathe
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| Baby, you could be the death of me
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| Maybe I’m crazy, I know you’re danger
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| Baby, you could be, you could be
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| I’m falling, fading and seeing angels
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| Baby, you could be the death of me
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| Maybe I’m crazy, I know you’re danger
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| Baby, you could be the death of me
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| I’m falling, fading and seeing angels
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| Baby, you could be the death of me
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| One man’s hell is another’s God
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| It’s all about perspective, a parallax
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| You’re a cold-blooded killer only after dark
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| But I don’t mind
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| 'Cause I’m a sucker
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| I’ll do about anything
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| Just to get those hands on me
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| Keep me hanging on so desperately
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| Baby, you could be the death of me
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| Maybe I’m crazy, I know you’re danger
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| Baby, you could be, you could be
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| I’m falling, fading and seeing angels
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| Baby, you could be the death of me
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| Maybe I’m crazy, I know you’re danger
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| Baby, you could be the death of me
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| I’m falling, fading and seeing angels
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| Baby, you could be the death of me |