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Sugarcult---Crashing Down |
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I've got something up my sleeve that I don't want to show you |
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Cause everytime I bleed I make a fool of me |
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I've got shakey little fingers, that hold on to your grip |
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You've got wrapped around my world |
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So tight that I can't breathe |
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I'm suffocating |
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We come crashing down |
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Everytime we go this far again |
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We come tumbling down |
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Everytime we go this far again |
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Everytime we go |
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I've got nothing that I hide except for what's inside |
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I keep it all locked up, in this prison we call love |
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I'm suffocating |
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We come crashing down |
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Everytime we go this far again |
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We come tumbling down |
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Everytime we go this far again |
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Everytime we go |
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Everytime we go |
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Everytime we go |
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Everytime we go |
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Everytime we go |
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We come crashing down |
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Everytime we go this far again |
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We come tumbling down |
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Everytime we go this far again |
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We come crashing down |
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We come tumbling down |
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We come crashing down |
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Everytime we go this far again |
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Everytime we go |
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Everytime we go |
