| I don’t wanna close my eyes
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| Why pretend I’m going to sleep
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| When I know damn well I’m gonna keep lying here wide awake?
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| Waiting for the breath you take, to come back
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| I can’t relax, I’m a tiger pacing in my cage
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| Cocked like a twelve guage
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| Feeling like a teenage crush, you’re the rush
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| You’re the habit that I can never get enough of
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| Boy, what you do to me is criminal
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| Baby when I look in those eyes
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| I feel like going through stop lights
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| Looking at the cops like, I got nothing to lose
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| Yeah boy, you got me burning like a match stick
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| Take me to the edge and one step past it
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| It ain’t right, it ain’t typical
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| Oh, what you do to me is criminal
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| I, have the right to remain silent
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| But there ain’t no way that I can
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| 'Cause I’m wired like a ticking time bomb
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| It’s so wrong, but it feels right
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| Tonight you repeating like an echo
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| Baby I can’t let go, got me going klepto like a thief
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| Yeah I’d steal, just to keep on feeling what I feel
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| Boy, what you do to me is criminal
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| Baby when I look in those eyes
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| I feel like going through stop lights
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| Looking at the cops like, I got nothing to lose
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| Yeah boy, you got me burning like a match stick
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| Take me to the edge and one step past it
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| It ain’t right, it ain’t typical
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| Oh, what you do to me is criminal
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| Oh, don’t try to save me
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| Oh, you never gonna save me
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| Boy, what you do to me is criminal
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| Baby when I look in those eyes
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| I feel like going through stop lights
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| Looking at the cops like, I got nothing to lose
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| Yeah boy, you got me burning like a match stick
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| Take me to the edge and one step past it
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| It ain’t right, it ain’t typical
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| Oh, what you do to me is criminal
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| Yeah, what you do to me is criminal
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| Yeah, what you do to me is criminal
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| What you do me is criminal, criminal |