This city, so pretty under moonlit skies We'll be hangin' like a cigarette So stunning, start runnin' Tonight's like a knife Would you cut me with your
Are you having trouble finding sleep at night? Or does your lack of conscience tell you Everything's all right? I trust your good intentions That you
just friends I'm happy if you're happy with yourself Take off your shirt, your shoes Those skinny jeans I bought for you We're diving in, there's nothing
Oh my god, I'm such a terrible mess I'm turned on by the tabloids You would never have guessed But I'm sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far
I just got you back and I've lost you We said goodbye a long time ago I didn't want to I just want you to know That it's nothing personal When she tells
You won't turn your head when you go When I think about you, everything changes You you got to go, you you got to go You you got to go, try to understand It's nothing personal
all you wanted was to hold me (wanted was to hold me) Too bad your hands are full (it's nothing personal) Too bad your hands are full It's nothing personal
you wanted was to hold me (wanted was to hold me) Too bad your hands are full (it's nothing personal) Too bad your hands are full It's nothing personal
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: Manage me I'm a mess Turn a page, I'm a book Half unread I wanna be laughed at Laughed with, just because I wanna feel weightless And that should
: (Lost in stereo, lost in stereo) (Lost in stereo, lost in stereo) She works for the weekend Mixtape of her favorite bands Turning up the radio Lost
: I fought it for a long time now While drowning in a river of denial I washed up, fixed up, picked up All my broken things 'Cause you left me Police
: Wide awake, my mistake So predictable You were fake, I was great Nothing personal I'm walking Who's laughing now? (Who's laughing, who's laughing
: Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess. I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed, that I'm a sucker for their gossip, man I take it
: This city, so pretty All the moon-lit skies will be hanging like a cigarette So stunning, start running Tonights like a knife which she cut me with
