| I want to roll the numbers
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| I want to feel my stars align again
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| Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin
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| And the heavens just won’t open up for me
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| Would you invite me in again?
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| Won’t you pay for your arrogance?
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| Won’t you show me your weakness?
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| I made loving you a blood sport
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| I made loving you a blood sport
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| I made loving you a blood sport
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| I can’t win
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| I made loving you a blood sport
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| I made loving you a blood sport
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| I made loving you a blood sport
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| I can’t win
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| So let’s play
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| And somewhere
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| Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing
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| I’m still your favourite regret
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| You’re still my weapon of choosing
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| And out there
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| Stuck in a quantum pattern
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| Tangled with what I never said
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| You say it doesn’t matter
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| I want to be forgiven
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| I want to choke up chunks of my own sins
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| Even if the sky cracks in mourning
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| And the heavens just won’t open up for me
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| Would you invite me in again?
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| Let me pay for my arrogance?
|
| Won’t you show me your weakness?
|
| I made loving you a blood sport
|
| I made loving you a blood sport
|
| I made loving you a blood sport
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| I can’t win
|
| I made loving you a blood sport
|
| I made loving you a blood sport
|
| I made loving you a blood sport
|
| I can’t win
|
| And somewhere
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| Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing
|
| I’m still your favourite regret
|
| You’re still my weapon of choosing
|
| And out there
|
| Stuck in a quantum pattern
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| Tangled with what I never said
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| You say it doesn’t matter |