That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back
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She points her finger and she shows me what I lack
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Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air
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She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair so come on in
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Her hot breath on my skin
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Her scent on my fingers
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Her taste is on my mind
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It constantly lingers
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'Till I can breathe her
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'Till I can believe her
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'Till I can breathe her
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'Till I can leave her
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Every kiss is a little sickening
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I can feel Death's fingers quickening
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Tightening my passageways
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If you can't count the years
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Start counting days
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Try to remember that she hates you
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And though she might elate you
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She tries to kill the great that's in you now
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She's hand picked the fate that awaits you now
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And despite her words, it's not too late
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I wrote a Goddamn love song to praise everything I hate
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And kids were wanting the chorus line
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And they sealed my picture's frame
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She might run shit for right now but I'll be damned if it's forever and always
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As the chorus-line fades away like friends in high-school hallways
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Oh, I got this feeling
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That things will never, ever, ever be the same
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Things will never be the same
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What about those rainy nights in London?
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What about the crippling desert heat?
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What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me?
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What about the hospital in L.A.?
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You took me back after that night
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What about that blackened image in my mind?
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I swear I burn with a new light
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What about that frozen, dripping, holiday bird that's cold
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She's cold as ice!
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Hair-Trigger
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Protest The Hero |