| Hell had you by the throat
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| You never got to heaven but you got real close
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| Your past has you in a choke hold
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| But you deserve it from what I’ve been told
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| Call my bluff, say, «What do you want?»
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| I’m looking down at you from the top
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| I beg for attention in small doses
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| Leave the scene smelling of dead roses
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| Loverboy, you play those hearts like toys
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| Don’t you feel bad, don’t you feel bad, feel bad for them?
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| This is your night with arms wide open
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| I’m the option you shouldn’t have chosen
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| Scared of the dark, the door’s wide open
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| This is the night you’ll regret in the morning
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| Loverboy, you play those hearts like toys
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| Don’t you feel bad, don’t you feel bad, feel bad for them?
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| Given the choice would you do it again?
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| Of course I would, of course I should
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| Well, I’m your friend, friends with benefits
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| Loverboy, you play those hearts like toys
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| Don’t you feel bad, don’t you feel bad, feel bad for them?
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| Given the choice would you do it again?
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| Of course I would, of course I should
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| Well, I’m your friend, friend with benefits |