| Half smoked cigarettes and your the trash
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| that infests my sheets.
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| Can’t make a wife out of a whore
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| dont want your skin on me And your addicted to the drug of lust
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| and detox is the cold sweat of shame
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| and i love your pain
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| I’d give you these roses now
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| but I’m left in the thorns.
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| I’d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
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| I’ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
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| I’ll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf.
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| So this love’s been worn down
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| Like some song on tape
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| the sex has lost all of its fun
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| like gum loses taste
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| And your addicted to the drug of lust
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| and detox is the cold sweat of shame
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| and i love your pain
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| I’d give you these roses now
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| but I’m left in the thorns.
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| I’d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
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| I’ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
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| I’ll lose you somewhere on the shelf.
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| Im here lying in your bed babe
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| Remember what you said to me
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| «You can be my James dean,
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| I’ll be your sweet queen.»
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| I said that you were my first
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| but you weren’t even close now
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| Like a friend in a movie
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| your just one, of many
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| Can you grant me one last wish?
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| Play russian roullette as we kiss.
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| I’ll be your cheap novelty,
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| blow your brains out of me
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| I’d give you these roses now
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| but I’m left in the thorns.
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| I’d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
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| I’ll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
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| I’ll lose you somewhere on the shelf. |