| You and me, too lovely, when we do bad things
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| Get me drunk, show me off somewhere, somewhere
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| I need something new, ooh
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| Cause you know I’m running on empty
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| You put on light blue, blue
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| Just for me and it sounds so fucked up
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| You know I’ve been hurt before tonight
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| I’m taking off my shirt, getting way too high again
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| We’re swerving around Mulholland Drive
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| Got one hand on the wheel, one hand on my thigh
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| Gun it, gun it
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| Know I can be your prima donna
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| Sipping fizzy water, smoking menthols in the corner
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| Well you know that I want ya, so let me regret it
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| And let it slip in my subconscious
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| I need something new, ooh
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| Cause you know I’m running on empty
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| You put on light blue, blue
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| Just for me and it sounds so fucked up
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| You know I’ve been hurt before tonight
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| I’m taking off my shirt, getting way too high again
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| We’re swerving around Mulholland Drive
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| Got one hand on the wheel, one hand on my thigh
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| Gun it, gun it
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| Oh, the city moves too slow
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| The city moves too slow, oh
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| For me and you, I know
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| Gun it |