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You gave me your ace card |
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I gave you my time |
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In a day of confusion |
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I said Id stash it with mine |
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But now my temperatures rising |
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My back has grown small |
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If you keep on calling |
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I dont think |
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Ill give anymore |
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Cos you drank my blood |
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And theres no more left for you |
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Yes you shot to kill |
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But you couldnt see it through |
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We could have wrecked this place |
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Won another race |
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Could have walked scot-free out of here |
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You held out your greasy hand |
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It slipped away |
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I could have died |
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I could have cried |
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Could have saved you this time |
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Cos you drank my blood |
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And theres no more left for you |
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Yes you shot to kill |
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But you couldnt see it through. |
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We could have wrecked this place |
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Won another race |
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Could have walked scot-free out of here |
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But if there is someone |
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Point me at someone |
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Show me someone |
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Who feels like |
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I see. |
