| I feel so weak when you speak my name
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| My Achilles' heel is the closeness that it brings
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| So maybe just hush
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| Say that I’m fed up with simple things
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| Say I crave depth but I’m drowning underneath
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| I’m begging you hush
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| This attention hits so different
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| It cuts through sense and strangles reason
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| Cupid shoots to kill, he takes no prisoners
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| I get away with murder when he’s in it
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| I’m a crossfire killer
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| Silent like your liquor
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| Snake oil pusher
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| Pour me up in the crystal
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| Not quite a gin & tonic, I’ll make you drink a little
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| I’ll make you sick and sell the medicine to fix it to you
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| It feels like blind love, I fit the shape of
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| These are LA roses, You parade em
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| I paint the petals black, I make you waste em
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| I make you waste em
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| I feel so weak when you speak my name
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| My Achilles heal is the closeness that it brings
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| So maybe just hush
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| Say that I’m fed up with simple things
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| Say I crave depth but I’m drowning underneath
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| I’m begging you hush
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| Like a getaway car always running
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| Like a Trojan horse smuggle my heart in
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| Like a house of cards ready to fall I
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| Wait for your catch
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| I speak in wildfires, I breathe the flames
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| You get burned up, you deserve greener things
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| I hope you’re flourishing, I’m not the rain
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| I’m what gets washed away
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| In the darkest recesses of my mind
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| I’ll wish something kept you away
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| Our red and blue paints blend too well
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| Guess oil and water don’t mix quite like sinners and saints |