Standing in a mirror lane wondering what to do\\nAnother day and gravity's got, gotten a hold of me\\nI never dreamed that this could be happening, not to me\\nBut there he came falling down\\nFalling so hard I started believing\\n\nNow I'm into daydreams\\nAmazed by thorn jeans\\nDeep into high extremes\\n\nWhen I'm with him it's fantasy\\nWe're just like alchemy\\nOh, I feel ready\\n\nHave my skeletons\\n(I can only trick you once, bad boy)\\nHave my lungs, my millions\\n(Talk is cheap, don't speak in tongues, bad boy)\\n\nDrum drum drum, bring down the guns\\n(Drum drum drum, bring down the guns, bad boy)\\nI'm so, so cursed, bad boy\\n(Fuss and fight won't get you tons)\\n\nThe world is spinning faster by the minute\\nAnd I'm longing to be saved\\nThis bitter sweet sensation got a\\nGot another hold of me\\n\nNow I'm stuck in daydreams\\nSurrounded by thorn jeans\\nDeep into high extremes\\n\nWhen we hook up it's fantasy\\nWe're just like alchemy\\nI've never been so ready\\n\nHave my skeletons\\n(I can only trick you once, bad boy)\\nHave my lungs, my millions\\n(Talk is cheap, don't speak in tongues, bad boy)\\n\nDrum drum drum, bring down the guns\\n(Drum drum drum, bring down the guns, bad boy)\\nI'm so, so cursed, bad boy\\n(Fuss and fight won't get you tons)\\n\n(I can only trick you once, bad boy)\\nI can only trick you once\\n(Talk is cheap, don't speak in tongues, bad boy)\\n(Talk is cheap, don't speak in tongues, bad boy)\\nTalk is cheap, don't speak in tongues\\n\nDrum drum drum, bring down the guns\\n(Drum drum drum, bring down the guns, bad boy)\\nBad boy, fuss and fight won't get you tons, bad boy\\n(Fuss and fight won't get you tons)\\n\nHave my skeletons\\n(I can only trick you once, bad boy)\\nHave my lungs, my millions\\n(Talk is cheap, don't speak in tongues, bad boy)\\n\nHave my skeletons\\n(Drum drum drum, bring down the guns, bad boy)\\nI'm so so cursed\\n(Fuss and fight won't get you tons)\\n\nHave my skeletons
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