Red lipstick but let¡¯s get realistic you ain't Marilyn
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The shade of red for every kind of man that you would call again
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The prince is sitting on the castle of mirages (self-shot artists)
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In the bathroom that¡¯s where you make your collages
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I¡¯m the farthest reaching planet from the star where you were standing
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That should be obvious but dammit this ain't how I planned it
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The hardest part of breaking up is first put on the granite so Imma try and manage
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Shallow nights, shallow days
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Teach me how to live with all this poison under my veins
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I¡¯ve become the person that I hated the most when I was young
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Black zipper pretty in the bed of a pickup truck
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With a 40 of whatever like who gives a fuck (Quick duck)
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When the lights are flashing and the city is like non-stop
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And you¡¯re driving back and forth like it was a pawn shop
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I¡¯ll be in the back of the bar taking shots to the head like Og Bach
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Put another quarter in the juke cause I don¡¯t wanna let this song stop
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This goes out to the young hearts that aren¡¯t right in some spots
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That blow up like sun spots and leave you with blood clots
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And to the dumb trots who think they can play my heart strings
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I¡¯m just gonna open up and let the dark sing
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Shallow nights, shallow days
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Teach me how to live with all this poison under my veins
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I¡¯ve become the person that I hated the most when I was young
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When I was young [x5]
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Slow down, down, down, down, down, down [x2]
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Shallow nights, shallow days
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Teach me how to live with all this poison under my veins
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I¡¯ve become the person that I hated the most when I was young
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When I was young [x5]
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I've Become
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