| When I walk in the room, I think about leaving
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| I could see that bitch, she was barely breathing
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| Something in the air, something in the air, something in the air
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| I think she knows about me and you upstairs
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| Should’ve never looked into those eyes
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| Should’ve never kept that promise
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| I think she knows about us, and I’m a dead girl walking
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| Caught up in those tragic lies
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| And now I’m just a dead girl walking
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| Back in a hotel, one room over
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| Picking on me like a four leaf clover
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| Bleeding through the walls, bleeding through the walls, bleeding through the
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| walls
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| If she don’t hear us, then it won’t hurt her
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| I’m not a killer but this is murder
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| Making movies that we can’t return
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| I’m a classic, no Turner, she a flip phone, she a burner
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| (No Turner here, fuck that bitch)
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| I think she knows about us, and I’m a dead girl walking
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| Caught up in those tragic lies
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| And now I’m just a dead girl walking
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| And I’m a dead girl walking, dead girl walking
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| Caught up on those tragic lies
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| And now I’m just a dead girl walking, dead girl walking |