| A look at best for carelessness is strenuous to sell
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| Of lacking rest but I can’t stop obsessing with myself
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| When I come back you think that I’ve been solo for a spell
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| Oh you don’t know me so well
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| I hate it that I hurt you just for fun
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| It tasted like the perfect medicine
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| 'Cause I’m elated over burns
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| Stomach turns, sneaky snickers for her
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| I didn’t mean to take you for a spin
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| But I just need an angel by my hip
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| 'Cause I’m completed when you bruise up
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| Abusive, I love the use of you
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| Your eyes are deep for I can see a snare right where I stood
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| Privacy is kind to me I care just like a crook
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| You lie to me and hide in hopes this ride would get me hooked
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| But I already decided
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| I hate it that I hurt you just for fun
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| It tasted like the perfect medicine
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| 'Cause I’m elated over burns
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| Stomach turns, sneaky snickers for her
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| I didn’t mean to take you for a spin
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| But I just need an angel by my hip
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| 'Cause I’m completed when you bruise up
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| Abusive, I love the use of you
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| Nomad why’d I come back home, back
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| To a goon a ghost I’m
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| Gazing through a hole, oh, no more
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| Nomad why’d I come back home, back
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| To a goon a ghost I’m
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| Gazing through a hole, oh, no more
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| I hate it that I hurt you just for fun
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| It tasted like the perfect medicine
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| 'Cause I’m elated over burns
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| Stomach turns, sneaky snickers for her
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| I didn’t mean to take you for a spin
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| But I just need an angel by my hip
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| 'Cause I’m completed when you bruise up
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| Abusive, I love the use of you |