| Never found Jesus, you got me believin'
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| Overdose on your wet skin, it’s better than textin', oh
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| I’m still fiendin' after so many seasons
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| Still bettin' five hundred without cheatin'
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| Ringin' in my ears, it’s you
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| Got me goin' crazy, walkin' on a tightrope
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| Now I’m doin' things I won’t do
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| This is what you made me, baby, I’m a psycho
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| But we do it better than anybody do
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| I’m not Cinderella, and you ain’t got a shoe
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| Tell me I’m your best song, singing out of tune
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| When we lie together, it’s the truth
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| When we lie together, it’s the truth
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| When we lie together, it’s the truth
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| When we lie together…
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| Always been realer, that’s so familiar
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| We’re so peculiar, we like dopin' with the dealer
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| It’s no ugly, you make the pain feel lovely
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| You’re my pillow on a hot night
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| My cigarillo in a hot life
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| Ringin' in my ears, it’s you
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| Got me goin' crazy, walkin' on a tightrope
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| Now I’m doin' things I won’t do
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| This is what you made me, baby, I’m a psycho
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| Maybe I’m a psycho, baby, I’m a psycho
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| Maybe I’m a psycho…
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| But we do it better than anybody do
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| I’m not Cinderella, and you ain’t got a shoe
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| Tell me I’m your best song, singing out of tune
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| When we lie together, it’s the truth
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| When we lie together, it’s the truth
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| Oh, when we lie together, it’s the truth
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| When we lie together |