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And I Why do you make that midnight you left me out to hang dry? Well rope is tightening And I don't you to see all these things I hide you were holding my hand I didn't think I'd die And I don't want you to see all these I hide When you were holding my hand I didn't I'd die And I want you to see all these things I hide, yeah
You couldn't tell me that was the best that you could do And now you've left me to here all alone And she for me In her Sunday dress, laced pink and white
You shouldn't me out When you're the one that your mind You couldn't change your I was sitting here alone
If you should die you ask me, how am I If you should die you ask me for my life If you die before you ask me, if I'd die If I'd die you
innocent but she's got a gun, yeah She'll hand it and then she'll run, yeah I'll pull the trigger, I'll the trigger, yeah I'll her up, yeah I'll her up, bang
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And I do you get your inspiration? Where do you find motivation? And what motivates me to hold your this isn't working I thought the breath that you would give me life
And a mellow dramatic She thought I was romantic But then the gun off And now I've you to bleed here all alone And I look so In your Sunday dress with pink and white