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And when I feel like i'm the victim |
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I will come running home to you |
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And I will weep like I will change |
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When I come running home to you |
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I make you believe that i'm a changed girl |
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That I'm honest good and pure |
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Then I'll drag you through my shit again |
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'Cos I know you'll love me more |
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I love how your world adores my gutter mind |
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This reflection says it all |
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So now I will let you go my baby |
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Let you gall |
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And when I feel like i'm the victim |
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I will come running home to you |
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And I will weep like I will change |
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When I come running home to you |
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And all of your rosy scarred up wrist bands |
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Make me crucify you more |
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With all of your blood, encrusted small finds |
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Kiss restraint and it's just cause |
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So see the survivor in control now |
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I'm the whore you knew I was |
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Look at the changed girl good and pure |
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On tracy's floor |
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I'll come running, I'll come running |
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I'll come running right back to you |
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I'll come running, I'll come running |
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I'll come running right back to you |
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I'll come running, I'll come running |
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I'll come running right back to you |
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I'll come running, I'll come running |
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I'll come running right back to you... |
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And when I feel like i'm the victim |
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I will come running home to you |
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And I will weep like I will change |
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When I come running home to you ... |
