She fills my bed with gasoline
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You think I wouldn't notice
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Her mind's made up
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Her love is gone
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I think someone's trying to show us a sign
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That even if we thought it would last
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The moment would pass
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My bones will break and my heart would give
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And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
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You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
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And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
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And I remember the day you told me it's over
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It hurts to breathe
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Well every time that you're not next to me
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Her mind's made up
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The girl is gone
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And now I'm forced to see
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I think I'm on my way
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Oh, it hurts to live today
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Oh and she says "Don't you wish you were dead like me?"
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And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
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You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
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And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
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And I remember the day you told me it's over
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I wanted more than this
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I needed more than this
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I could use of more than this
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But it just won't stop
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It just won't go away
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I needed more than this
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I wanted more than this
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I asked for more than this
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But it just won't stop
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It just won't go away
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And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
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You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
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And I remember the time when you left it all behind
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And I remember the day you told me it's over
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And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
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You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
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And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
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Yeah, I remember the day you told me it's over
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Santa Monica
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Theory Of A Deadman |