| You asked if I was feeling it, I’m psycho high
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| Know you won’t remember in the morning when I speak my mind
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| Lights are on and they’ve gone home, but who am I?
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| Oh, how fast the evening passes
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| Cleaning up the champagne glasses
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| (Oh, how fast the evening passes
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| Cleaning up the champagne glasses)
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| Our only wish is melodrama
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| (Oh, how fast the evening passes
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| Cleaning up the champagne glasses)
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| And the terror and the horror
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| When we wonder why we bother, whoa, whoa
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| And the terror and the horror
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| God, I wonder why we bother, whoa, whoa
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| All the glamour and the trauma
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| And the fuckin' melodrama, whoa, whoa
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| All the gun fights and the lime lights
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| And the holy sick divine nights, whoa
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| (Holy sick divine nights, whoa)
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| They’ll talk about us, all the lovers
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| How we kiss and kill each other, whoa
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| They’ll talk about us, and discover
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| How we kissed and killed each other, whoa
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| (And we’ll tell them)
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| You wanted something that we offer
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| You wanted something that we offer
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| You wanted something that we offer
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| You wanted something that we offer
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| We told you this was melodrama
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| We told you this was melodrama |