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I really love it when, |
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I love it when we make mistakes. |
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Because once again, |
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it gives me a reason to complain, |
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I love the battled lines, |
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the battled lines we draw when crossin the mud |
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Ou I love it when we fight, |
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standing on the verg of breaking up or making love |
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(verse 1) |
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What would i do if we were perfect, |
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where would i go for disopointment. |
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Love without pain would leave me wonderin why i stayed. |
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(chrous 1) |
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I think of saving myself, |
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but with nothing to complain about up in heaven, |
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what will i do |
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I think of saving myself, |
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but i really wanta work it out |
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down here in hell with you |
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(hook) |
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See I wanta make you feel the fire, |
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while i burn you with my bad days, |
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Ou wanta be unsatisfied, (sure) |
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you can fell the heat comin from me...baby. |
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(verse 2) |
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What would i do if we were perfect, |
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where would i go for disopointment, |
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words without hate would leave me nothin else to say. |
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(chrous 2) |
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I think of saving myself, |
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but with nothing to complain about in heaven, |
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what will i do |
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I think of saving myself, |
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but i really wanta work it out |
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down here in hell with you |
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(hook) |
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I think of saving myself, |
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but with nothing to complain about up in heaven, |
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I think of saving myself, |
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but i really wanta work it out |
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down here in hell with you |
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(hook) |
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Down here in hell with you |
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(repeat 4) |