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I wreck your bed, the colour is honey |
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A pretty mile, your fingerprints marking my wall |
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In red, it's red, in red |
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I take a light plex, put it around your neck |
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I turn it on, a choking blue fire in your eyes |
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In red, it's red, in red |
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Make me confess |
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Shut your mouth, rip my dress |
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Don't ever protest |
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That you don't want this mess |
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Don't even pretend |
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That I could be your friend |
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I turn the key, you left something in me |
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Repeat the question, your fingerprint marking my wall |
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In red, it's red, in red |
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I turn the screw, got something on you |
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Repeat the question, your fingerprint marking my wall |
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In red, it's red, in red |
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Make me confess |
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Shut your mouth, rip my dress |
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Don't ever protest |
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That you don't want this mess |
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Don't even pretend |
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That I could be your friend |
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I climb the walls, knuckles are bleeding |
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Throw me down, push my face into the fire |
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You liar, you liar |
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You crossed the line, you're tripping on guilty |
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I undermine, your girlfriend and you in the pyre |
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You liar, you liar |
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You liar, you liar |
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You liar, you liar |
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You liar, you liar |
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You liar, you liar |
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Make me confess |
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Shut your mouth, rip my dress |
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Don't ever protest |
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That you don't want this mess |
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Don't even pretend |
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That I could be your friend |
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You liar, you liar |
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You liar, you liar |
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You liar, you liar |
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You liar, you liar |
