| Come on Holly, put the gun down for me
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| (Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
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| You love money and the sex in your veins
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| (Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
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| They’re trying to take it from us
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| They’re trying to take it from us
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| (Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
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| You’re so pretty when you dress for the grave
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| Love me as you lay
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| Dizzy and falling, your legs dangling
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| Although accidents happen
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| They happen to me
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| Try to forget the beginning and end
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| Forget the world
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| Without removing the glass from your lips
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| (Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
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| You love money and the sex in your veins
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| (Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
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| They’re trying to take it from us
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| They’re trying to take it from us
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| (Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
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| The sun’s coming up and we’re still awake
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| Am I the trigger of your gun?
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| Your pretty eyes don’t give me much choice but
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| I’ll take them home
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| I’ve done some thinking of my own
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| And when I come home, I want to be done
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| Don’t want to be famous no more
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| Leave that girl alone
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| My teenage heart-attack keeps talking back
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| Keeps talking back to her
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| And I can’t pretend that off this balcony
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| We wouldn’t want to jump off of it
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| And put an end to this
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| (Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
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| You love money and the sex in your veins
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| (Call the police! This whole place is gonna burn!)
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| Yeah!
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| Doll up and sleep walk
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| Until we have some teeth marks
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| Narcotic sweet talk
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| Until we have some teeth marks
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| This whole place is gonna burn |