| There’s a ghost in bed, screwin' with my head
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| Stompin' round my room, drinkin' all my booze
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| He makes me toss and turn, my stomach churn
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| And he laughs at me, thinks it’s so funny
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| He drives my car and says, «Hold on child, the road we’re on is mighty wild
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| And we got busted wheels, a dead end deal
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| I will haunt you 'til you’re lying still.»
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| Yeah, he always gets me good and wasted, I knew it from the start
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| The first time I tasted the darkness when he kissed my mouth
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| I’m his dawn and he’s my way out
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| He pulls me in, my face on his chest
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| He ain’t wearing his shirt, I ain’t wearing my dress
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| He spills tequila out in to my mouth, and we hit the town
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| Tear that motherfucker down
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| 'Cause he always gets me good and wasted, I loved it from the start
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| The first time I tasted the darkness when he kissed my mouth
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| I’m his sun and he’s my way out
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| Yeah, he always gets me good and wasted, I loved it from the start
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| The first time I tasted the darkness when he kissed my mouth
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| I’m his heart and he’s my way out
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| My way out |