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| I'm just a face for every picture, a smile for your scrap-books, and a story to be told, and told, but I'm but I'm loving every second | |
| She's trouble in a tank top pretty little time bomb Blowing up I'll take you down | |
| You're only happy when I'm wasted I point my finger but I just can't place it Feels like I'm falling in love | |
| Take off your shirt, your shoes, those skinny jeans I bought for you. We're diving in, there's nothing left to lose. | |
| When it all comes down To a sunrise on the East Side, Will you be there to carry home The remains of my wasted youth? | |
| I wish you could see your face right now 'Cause you're grinning like a fool And we're sitting on your kitchen floor On a Tuesday afternoon | |
| From the get-go I knew this was hard to hold Like a crash the whole thing spun out of control Oh, on a wire, we were dancing Two kids no consequences | |
| I think I'm caught in between The nights and days fly by When I'm lost on the streets And my eyes, they despise you for who I am | |
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| I've got a bone to pick with you, Mr. DJ The traffic and the sound Is just as bad as it is in LA | |
| Well, you're a long walk from my street And I'm dying in this summer heat I hope like hell you're waiting, waiting | |
| Get me out of this place, before I cause more damage, a small price to pay for building houses out of matchsticks | |
| Wide awake, my mistake so predictable You were fake, I was great nothing personal | |
| Whiskey Princess Drink me under, pull me in You had me at come over boy I need a friend | |
| Now this place seems familiar to him She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin | |
| You're tearing a hole right through the walls Of everything we used to know I'm building a place, something amazing Just for the sake of saving us | |
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