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You Kill Me Darling
02:46
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I feel my skin thickening
It’s causing me such pain
just like the pouring rain
its fallin’ down like blood
pouring out an empty vein
it’s fallin’ on the ground
it doesn’t make a sound
cause no one’s listening
You Kill Me Darling
You Kill Me Honey
You Kill Me Darling
A drum is beating out of time
It’s clouding up my mind
All my senses are blind
I’m waving my white flag
I have dreams in a bag
I’ll dream them while I can
When I’m a wealthy man
You’ll start to understand
You Kill Me Darling
You Kill Me Honey
You Kill Me Darling
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Black Dyed Hair
03:14
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She was the girl next door from a small town
Her blonde hair rode with the wind
Now when I see her she looks right through me
Makes me wonder where she’s been
I think she knows
But she don’t care
She answers her phone everyday
But she’s never there
Just her black dyed hair
She’s walkin’ around on her own shadow
She’s startin’ to trip on the cracks
The way she crashes along the sidewalk
Makes me think she’s trying to break her mother’s back
I think she knows
But she don’t care
She answers her phone everyday
But she’s never there
Just her black dyed hair
She knocks on doors for kicks ‘cause she’s got none
I bet she don’t get treated well
And she won't go home until the day's done
Even if it's cold as hell
I think she knows
But she don’t care
She answers her phone everyday
But she’s never there
Just her black dyed hair
I think she knows
But she don’t care
She answers her phone everyday
But she’s never there
Just her black dyed hair
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3. |
Little Miss Gunshot
03:57
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She’s got beautiful blue eyes but they’re blinded
She swears she never lies but she’s lyin’
She brings on winter storms everywhere she goes
She’ll lick the razor’s edge while you blood flows
She walks in
Lookin’ awful prim
She tries to hide so she turns the light down and dim
Dressed all in white
Middle of the night
She’ll tear you up so good til you get it right
"Your breath falls heavy on me in the middle of the night
Hearts are armed but your charm ain't gettin' to me"
Dressed in white tall and slight she packs more than a punch
Loaded guns likes it drunk
But she can do what she please
Smooth on her feet but her love is the killer
She got sweeter legs than french vanilla
She got an open mind to waste all your damn time
A pretty broken heart ain't hard to find
But she'd slash your tires with the utmost grace
She'd kick you down and stomp you out and get away without a trace
She walks in
Lookin’ awful prim
She tries to hide so she turns the light down and dim
Dressed all in white
Middle of the night
She’ll tear you up so good til you get it right
"Your breath falls heavy on me in the middle of the night
Hearts are armed but your charm ain't gettin' to me"
Dressed in white tall and slight she packs more than a punch
Loaded guns likes it drunk
But she can do what she please
Little miss gunshot won’t stop til shes got her way
If it takes all night and day
Where did she come from? The mountains of Bordeaux?
Oh nobody knows
I try I try I try I try to please her
But she just goes
I try I try I try I try
She walks in
Lookin’ awful prim
She tries to hide so she turns the light down and dim
Dressed all in white
Middle of the night
She’ll tear you up so good til you get it right
"Your breath falls heavy on me in the middle of the night
Hearts are armed but your charm ain't gettin' to me"
Dressed in white tall and slight she packs more than a punch
Loaded guns likes it drunk
But she can do what she please
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