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I everything about you that hurts
so let me see your moves,let me see your
lips pressed close to mine, blue...

but the prince of any failing knows,
that everybody wants, wants
to drive on the night,
if its the back home,

things the same anymore,
some nights it so bad
I pick up the phone...

trade baby for wide-eyed browns,
I sleep with your old and walk
this house in your shoes,
I its strange,
its a way of saying that
I know im to love you, I'm supposed to love you...oh,oh,oh,

already given up on myself twice,
third is the charm, third time is the charm,
threw caution-to the wind but got a lousy arm,
and I traced your on the wall,
know I kiss whenever I'm down,whenever I'm down,
thank God I'm not figuring out...,

things aren't the anymore,
some nights it so bad,
I almost up the phone...,

trade baby blues for browns,
I sleep with old shirts and walk
through house in your shoes,
I its strange,
its a way of saying that
I I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you...oh,oh,oh,

born a bad sign,
you saved my life that night on the roof of hotel...

cross my and hope to die,
splinter your headboard in my eye
kisses I remember so well...,

trade blues for wide-eyed browns,
I sleep with your old and walk
through house in your shoes,
I its strange,
its a strange way of saying
I I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you...oh,oh,oh,

oh,ohh,oh,ohh,whoa,oh,oh,whoaao