| I’m not seein it, baby
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| I gotta hear what you say, say it
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| Come on, say it, come on
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| You got me walking right on broken glass
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| And when I start to bleed
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| Is when you start to feed
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| Leakin through to the basement of my soul
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| I’ve been on fire before, but I never felt so cold
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| Standin on the edge (shooting you down)
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| And I’m lookin down (shooting you down)
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| And I try my hardest just to shoot you down
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| I’m laughin like a clown (shooting you down)
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| I’m trackin you down (shooting you down)
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| And I try my hardest just to shoot you down
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| Cadillac woman, your makeup
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| Is startin to roll down your white walls
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| Come on, stop it, come on
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| You’re killin all the flowers of romance
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| The ones deep in me
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| That were never diseased, no
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| Peakin through the window of my home
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| Now I’m with so many people, but I’ve never felt so all alone, no
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| Standin on the edge (shooting you down)
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| And I’m lookin down (shooting you down)
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| And I try my hardest just to shoot you down
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| I’m laughin like a clown (shooting you down)
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| I’m trackin you down (shooting you down)
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| And I try my hardest just to shoot you down
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| You better watch out, baby
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| There’s a whole lot of shootin goin on
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| And if I ever catch you
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| Gonna crack your backside down, right |