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It's 6am, spitting grey |
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Don't know why |
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I let you treat me this way |
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I keep holding on |
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To your middle finger |
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But now I know |
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I gotta pull the trigger |
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I pick up the pieces |
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One by one |
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Put them back together now |
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And stuff 'em back in my gun |
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I got news for you |
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It's goin' down |
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Before you come home and tell me |
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That you're not angry |
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I'll be leavin' town |
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I got news |
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The bodies are bathing |
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In my backyard |
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There's games being played |
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And I'm holding the cards |
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The key doesn't work |
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The numbers been changed |
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Turn off the lights |
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And I'm lookin' for strange...ohh |
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J'ai des nouvelles pour toi |
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C'est la fin de notre histoire |
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Tu me brise le coeur pour la derniere fois. |
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C'est vrai. |
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Et maintenant, quand je me promene dans la nuit, |
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Je regarde la lune, les etoiles et les voitures qui passe |
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Et je regarde tous sans toi. |