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Jesus breaks your heart every night when he doesn't come. |
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All alone, wine bottles and chrome, |
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I got nothing in my bag for you |
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but fire from the sky. |
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He wants to know your shoe size, |
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and all the weird shit in your brain, |
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he's gonna wash it away with blood. |
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But he breaks your heart every night when he doesn't come |
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Mary steal the car, drive it off with the carnival. |
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I could pray, I could beg you to stay, |
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but I won't. |
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Tell him what you like, he wants to know your dark side, |
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and all the weird shit in your brain, he's gonna wash it away with blood. |
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But he'll break your heart every night when he doesn't come. |
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Tell me what you like, come on and flash me those blue eyes, |
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and all the weird shit in your brain, I'm gonna wash it away with blood. |
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But you break my heart every night when you fall apart. |
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Every night when you fall apart. |
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Every night when you fall apart. |
