Well I guess I'm addicted to your make up and your lip stick,
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cause when it comes to promises you make me sick,
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you're not so innocent,
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when it comes to men,
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you've made your bed so go fuck him in it.
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And when you're laying next to him,
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I hope to god you catch something,
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so contagious from your bed,
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since everyones been in it.
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Kissing with eyes closed,
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brought us,
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too close,
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kissing with eyes closed,
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brought us,
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too close.
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And the morning after,
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theres a taste of cancer in my throat,
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from the note,
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that your boyfriend wrote.
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You said I was your only one,
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you said you both fell out of love,
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you said that you were through,
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though he never know.
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I'm gonna make you hate my bed.
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Kissing with eyes closed,
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brought us,
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too close,
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kissing with eyes closed,
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brought us,
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too close.
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Kissing with eyes closed,
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kissing with eyes closed,
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kissing with eyes closed,
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kissing with eyes closed,
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we're kissing.
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Go back to the way that we were,
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never thought I'd say these words,
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never again,
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we'll never be friends,
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So let's go back to the way that we were,
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never thought I'd say these words,
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never again,
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we'll never be friends.
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Make Your Bed
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Dropout Year |