| My hands smell like cheeseburgers and cigarettes
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| On the tips of my fingers I count my regrets
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| Trying to accept who I’ve become
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| Cause I’ve done things I would’ve never done
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| I hear the girl in the back of my mind
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| She says you know we’re the evil kind
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| You were born bad and that’s how you’ll stay
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| Why would you try to be any other way
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| She says
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| Go on, cut a little bit deeper
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| And see how far we can go
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| She’s always pushing me closer
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| To the point where I lost control
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| Feel it crawling underneath my skin
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| Itching to get in trouble all over again
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| Screaming so loud it’s hard not to listen
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| Think about the fun that we’ve been missing
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| You’ve come so far down this path
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| Now there’s no reason to turn back
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| It’s too late to clean up your act
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| So let’s keep going until we crash
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| She says
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| Go on, cut a little bit deeper
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| And see how far we can go
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| She’s always pushing me closer
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| To the point where I lost control
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| She says
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| Go on, cut a little bit deeper
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| And see how far we can go
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| She’s always pushing me closer
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| To the point where I lost control
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| She says let’s go to the edge
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| And let’s find out what it’s like to be dead
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| Cry in the shower, I’m starting to drown
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| Look in the mirror, I’m tripping down (?)
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| Oh where have you gone, my mercury?
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| Is it what true, what you said about me?
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| She says
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| Go on, cut a little bit deeper
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| And see how far we can go
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| She’s always pushing me closer
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| To the point where I lost control
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| She says
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| Go on, cut a little bit deeper
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| And see how far we can go
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| She’s always pushing me closer
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| To the point where I lost control
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| She says let’s go to the edge
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| And let’s find out what it’s like to be dead |