| Did you know you’re on fire?
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| Did you know that you’re beautiful?
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| Did you know you got me fucked up?
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| Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
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| Alright, I can still remember how the weed smelled
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| When you were riding shotgun, no seat belt
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| Or the SS just taking hits
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| Sold that car and fucked up that relationship
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| I’ve built up my walls perhaps too tall
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| Got issues with trusting but that’s not all
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| Knots tied by fame and not easily undone
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| I fucked 200 women, said, «I love you» to one
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| She used to speak like she was reading a scene
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| And make love like she was a martyr
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| The only thing about flames that bright
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| Is they tend to make mine seem darker
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| Did you know you’re on fire?
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| Did you know that you’re beautiful?
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| Did you know you got me fucked up?
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| Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
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| Did you know that you’re
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| Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
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| Did you know that you’re
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| Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
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| Yeah, yeah, in and out of love
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| On and off of drugs
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| I ask you where you’ve been
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| And you give me shoulder shrugs
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| Pink polka dot top from Saint Laurent
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| I bought you but you never wore it
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| And I don’t even send the text
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| I know you just ignore it
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| And I’m so high
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| Could be the drugs, could be the moment
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| But either way I can’t keep my eyes off of you
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| Did you know you’re on fire?
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| Did you know that you’re beautiful?
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| Did you know you got me fucked up?
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| Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
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| Did you know that you’re
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| Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
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| Did you know that you’re
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| Did you know that you’re gorgeous? |