| lyrics | song title |
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| What if the devil was a lie? What if god did not exist? So with all do respect, tell me what is death, if life is just a bitch. | |
| Sexy please text me, I'm ready for you. Begging, I'm waiting. So please get here soon. | |
| I'm insane, I am smart. All it takes is a spark, to ignite my bad intentions, and do what I do best to your heart. | |
| I feel the madness creeping slowly. Loved by many, I'm still lonely. Pay the price for your mistakes. The music died the day I walked away. | |
| Oh, bruised broken. My eyes are open. I won't lose focus. My eyes are open. | |
| Pick yourself up, up off the floor. Wipe the tears up off your face because the cops are knocking on the door. | |
| I've got these questions always running through my head. So many things that I would like to understand. If we are born to die, and we all die to live, what's the point of living l | |
| Whiskey seems to be my holy water. Mothers better lock your doors, and hide your daughters. | |
| Oh I spill my heart out on the stage, the only way I feel okay. And right before that curtain calls, I've just got one more thing to say. | |
| And when you die, I wont be at your wake. No eulogy from me, just a smile on my face. And while God might be busy with judging your soul, I will have slept with the girl that you l | |
| Picking all the pieces of my life up off the floor. Searching for an open window or an exit door. | |
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