We'll be dead and buried by February
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I won't even know your name
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Not about caring or where we're heading
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I'll take you home and take the blame
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That's it, you said
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I just, mislead
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Her dress deep red
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Get her to bed
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We're taking it tonight
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You got me burning like fire
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No faking it, we'll come alive
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We'll take it higher and higher
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We can never be together
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You know boys are all the same
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So don't start swearing cos your heart's tearing
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You know that love is just a game
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That's it, you said
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I just, mislead
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Her dress deep red
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Get her to bed
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We're taking it tonight
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You got me burning like fire
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No faking it, we'll come alive
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We'll take it higher and higher
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Kinda hung-over, just woke up from blacking out
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Next to my shoulder, she snoring, all passed out
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Sliding out the covers, trying to find a way to sneak out
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Freak out, ever since we started fucking
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My private part has become public
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But fuck it, I'm addicted to the chicks
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I don't think my player days ever gone be over
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With every Friday I'm in love with a new bitch
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I think I need to find the cure
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Where's Robert Smith?
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We're taking it tonight
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You got me burning like fire
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Oh no faking it, we'll come alive
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We'll take it higher and higher
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Higher and higher
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(Higher and higher)
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Higher and higher
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(Higher and higher)
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Higher and higher
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(Higher and higher)
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Higher and higher
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Higher And Higher
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| The Blackout |
