| There’s blood in my mouth
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| 'Cause I’ve been biting my tongue all week
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| I keep on talking trash but I never say anything
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| And the talking leads to touching
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| And the touching leads to sex
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| And then there is no mystery left
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| And it’s bad news
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| Baby, I’m bad news
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| I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news
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| I know I’m alone if I’m with or without you
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| Just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
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| When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
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| And the bad dreams lead me to calling you
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| And I call you and say, «C'mere»
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| And it’s bad news
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| Baby, I’m bad news
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| I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news
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| And it’s bad news
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| Baby, it’s bad news
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| It’s just bad news, bad news, bad news
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| 'Cause you’re just damage control
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| For a walking corpse like me — like you
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| 'Cause we’ll all be portions for foxes
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| Yeah, we’ll all be portions for foxes
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| And there’s a pretty young thing in front of you
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| And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you
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| Then she’s sleeping inside of you
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| And the talking leads to touching
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| Then touching leads to sex
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| And then there is no mystery left
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| And it’s bad news
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| I don’t blame you
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| I do the same thing, I get lonely too
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| And you’re bad news
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| My friends tell me to leave you
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| That you’re bad news, bad news, bad news
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| And I don’t care
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| I don’t care
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| I don’t care
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| I like you
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| I don’t care
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| I don’t care
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| I don’t care
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| I like you |