| You turn me off by the push of a button,
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| Then you pretend that I don’t mean nothing.
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| I’m not a saint, that’s easy to tell,
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| But guess what, honey, you ain’t no angel.
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| You like to scream these words as a weapon,
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| Well go ahead, take your best shot, woman.
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| I wanna leave you, it’s easy to see,
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| But guess what, honey, it’s not that easy.
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| We get so complicated. |
| (Complicated!)
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| These fingers full of memories.
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| So rip my pictures from your wall.
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| Tear them down, burn them all.
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| Light the fire, walk away.
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| There’s nothing left to say so Take the ashes from the floor,
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| Bury them to just make sure
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| That nothing more is left of me.
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| Just bittersweet memories.
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| Memories… ahh…
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| I wanna run & escape from your prison,
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| But when I leave I feel like something is missing.
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| I’m not afraid, that’s easy to tell.
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| This can’t be heaven,
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| It feels like I’m in hell.
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| You’re like a drug that I can’t stop taking.
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| I want more & I can’t stop craving.
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| I still want you, it’s easy to see,
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| But guess what, honey, you’re not that good for me.
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| We get so complicated. |
| (Complicated!)
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| These fingers full of memories.
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| So rip my pictures from your wall.
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| Tear them down, burn them all.
|
| Light the fire, walk away.
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| There’s nothing left to say so Take the ashes from the floor,
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| Bury them to just make sure
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| That nothing more is left of me,
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| Just bittersweet memories.
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| Just bittersweet memories.
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| We get so complicated.
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| These fingers full of memories.
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| We get so complicated. |
| (complicated, complicated…)
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| So rip my pictures from your wall.
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| Tear them down, burn them all.
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| Light the fire, walk away.
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| There’s nothing left to say so Take the ashes from the floor,
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| Bury them to just make sure
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| That nothing more is left of me,
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| Just bittersweet memories.
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| Woah oh oh oh (x3)
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Woah oh oh oh (x3) |