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And I Why do you make that midnight When you left me out to dry? this rope is tightening And I don't you to see all these things I hide When you holding my hand I didn't think I'd die And I don't want you to see all these things I When you were holding my I didn't think I'd die And I don't want you to see all these things I hide,
You couldn't me that this was the best that you could do And now you've left me to hang here all And she for me In her Sunday dress, laced with and white
You shouldn't me out When you're the one that changed your You couldn't change your While I was sitting alone
If you should die you ask me, how am I If you should die before you ask me for my If you should die you ask me, if I'd die If I'd die you
She's innocent but got a gun, yeah She'll hand it over and then run, yeah I'll the trigger, yeah pull the trigger, yeah I'll shoot her up, I'll her up, bang
I you plastic perfection I want to see vanity I want you psychotic So I can see your
And I do you get your inspiration? Where do you find motivation? And what motivates me to hold hand? Sweetness this isn't I thought the breath you bring would give me life
And she's a dramatic She thought that I was But then the gun off And now I've left you to bleed all alone And I so beautiful In your Sunday laced with pink and white