Like a splinter in my thumb, you're not going anywhere,
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Not like I care 'cuz I have got used to it,
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Refuse to quit.
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You're like the label in my shirt that keeps scratching at my back,
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Then I forget 'cuz I've grown immune to it,
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Go figure it.
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Knew you were trouble back then but that's what turned me on,
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It's all wrong.
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Suitcase of baggage, in her head, she
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Screams out, yes and its crazy beautiful
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Crazy beautiful.
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Tattooed lying on the bed, Don't
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Regret smashing her fist into the wall,
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Crazy beautiful,
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She's worth it all.
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She leaves the ashtray on the bed,
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She doesn't censor any thoughts inside her head,
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She just has to get them out,
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Can't shut her mouth.
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She's like a song that's in my brain,
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But every other lyric says my name,
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And I just can't turn it off,
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Can't get enough.
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Knew you were trouble back then but that's what turned me on,
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It's all wrong.
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Suitcase of baggage in her head, she
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Screams out, yes and its crazy beautiful
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Crazy beautiful.
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Tattooed lying on the bed, Don't
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Regret smashing her fist into the wall,
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Crazy beautiful.
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Sometimes something that is not perfect ends up being what you want,
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Sometimes she lets me into places where her demons come to haunt.
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She's like an angel that's corrupted and I'm hanging on to her...
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Suitcase of baggage in her head, she
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Screams out, yes and its crazy beautiful
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Crazy beautiful.
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Tattooed lying on the bed, Don't
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Regret smashing her fist into the wall,
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Crazy beautiful.
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(She's got a) Suitcase of baggage in her head, she
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Screams out, yes and its crazy beautiful
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Crazy beautiful.
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Tattooed lying on the bed, Don't
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Regret smashing her fist into the wall,
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Crazy beautiful,
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She's worth it all.
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Crazy Beautiful
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| Ashley Parker Angel |
