| You’ve got me stressed out
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| I lied to my friends
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| Yeah, when we hung out
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| I broke promises
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| Because I told them
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| I would never see you again, but then I saw you again
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| Backwards and forwards and forwards and backwards
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| I can’t keep on falling back into your patterns
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| You got me in your web, black widow in the bed
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| Up and then down and side to side
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| You cut me like you cut your lights
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| I barely survived last time
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| Almost died that night in the back of the tub
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| You’re my best drug and I’m addicted
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| Death’s kiss, red lips and I’m losing my head
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| Losing my head
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| Losing my head
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| God, am I dead?
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| You make my life flash right before my eyes
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| So good to so bad every time
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| Death’s kiss, red lips push me over the edge
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| I’m losing my head
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| I think I need rehab
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| And it’s bad
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| I’m relapsing, she’s back
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| I need rehab
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| Might overdose if
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| We do this again
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| Should be precocious
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| But damn it I’m in deeper than I can
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| Swim but here I am again, drowning in sin
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| Backwards and forwards and forwards and backwards
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| I can’t keep on falling back into your patterns
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| You got me in your web, black widow in the bed
|
| Up and then down and side to side
|
| You cut me like you cut your lights
|
| I barely survived last time
|
| Almost died that night in the back of the tub
|
| You’re my best drug and I’m addicted
|
| Death’s kiss, red lips and I’m losing my head
|
| Losing my head
|
| Losing my head
|
| God, am I dead?
|
| You make my life flash right before my eyes
|
| So good to so bad every time
|
| Death’s kiss, red lips push me over the edge
|
| I’m losing my head
|
| I think I need rehab
|
| And it’s bad
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| I’m relapsing, she’s back
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| I need rehab
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| My friends say, they think you’re so dangerous
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| Devil in a dress, my god, you’re so shameless
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| My friends say, they think you’re so dangerous
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| Devil in a dress, my god, you’re so shameless
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| Almost died that night in the back of the tub
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| You’re my best drug and I’m addicted
|
| Death’s kiss, red lips and I’m losing my head
|
| Losing my head
|
| Losing my head
|
| God, am I dead?
|
| You make my life flash right before my eyes
|
| So good to so bad every time
|
| Death’s kiss, red lips push me over the edge
|
| I’m losing my head
|
| I think I need rehab
|
| And it’s bad
|
| I’m relapsing, she’s back
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| I need rehab |