| Romeo’s in the front seat
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| And yeah he’s got the car running
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| He beat my ass and he took the keys
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| I’m on the driveway screaming
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| I didn’t know he would visit me
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| In fact I thought that he wouldn’t
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| But here I am on the concrete
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| With my stupid mouth smirking
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| We both speak in perfect screenplay scripture
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| Like it’s written, and we’re pulling it down from the ether
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| I’m in the trunk gagged and hog-tied
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| But I’ve never felt so alive
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| Romeo’s on the freeway
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| With a lead-foot speeding
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| Dark red on his denim jeans
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| From all my new wounds bleeding
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| I don’t know what time is
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| For all I care time doesn’t exist
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| I don’t know what time is
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| For all I care time doesn’t exist
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| We both speak in perfect screenplay scripture
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| Like it’s written, and we’re pulling it down from the ether
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| I’m in the trunk gagged and hog-tied
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| But I never, I never, I never, I never
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| I never, I never, I never, I never!
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| We both speak in perfect screenplay scripture
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| Like it’s written, and we’re pulling it down from the ether
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| We both speak in perfect screenplay scripture
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| Like it’s written, and we’re pulling it down, down, down, yeah! |