| Promise you won’t let me go
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| I could be your demon
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| Together we could rule the world
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| It could be our secret
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| No one else will know it’s us
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| We’ll wear gloves and camouflage
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| Sleep like angels in the night
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| Hold on to our pillow-knives
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| It’s you and I
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| It’s you and I
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| I set fire to the guy with a drink in his hand and his jeans all turned up
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| I took a ride from a guy and his girlfriend cried when my gun went off
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| And I’d turn suicidal if it meant I’d earn my baby’s trust
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| And when my body drops declare this woman: death by love
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| Death by love, d-d-death by love
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| Death by love, d-d-death by love
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| Passing out at 3 am
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| Somewhere on the road again
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| Filling up without paying
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| Waking up with bloody hands
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| I could never tell him no!
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| 'Cause he does not like being told
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| It’s you and I
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| It’s you and I
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| I set fire to the guy with a drink in his hand and his jeans all turned up
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| I took a ride from a guy and his girlfriend cried when my gun went off
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| And I’d turn suicidal if it meant I’d earn my baby’s trust
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| And when my body drops declare this woman: death by love
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| Death by love, d-d-death by love
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| Death by love, d-d-death by love
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| We were driving really fast down the wrong side of the lane
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| You grabbed me and you told me life would never be the same
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| You’ll never live another day that’s quite like yesterday
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| But I wouldn’t want it any other way
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| 'Cause we fight too much and we cry too hard
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| And we drown our sins and we make new scars
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| You’re a dangerous man, it’s a dangerous game
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| But I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| (Oooh, oooh)
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| I set fire to the guy with a drink in his hand and his jeans all turned up
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| I took a ride from a guy and his girlfriend cried when my gun went off
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| And I’d turn suicidal if it meant I’d earn my baby’s trust
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| And when my body drops declare this woman: death by love
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| I set fire to the guy with a drink in his hand and his jeans all turned up
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| I took a ride from a guy and his girlfriend cried when my gun went off
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| And I’d turn suicidal if it meant I’d earn my baby’s trust
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| And when my body drops declare this woman: death by love |