burn down the house,
head for the hills.
all my friends are lookin' for cheap thrills.
be lyin' if i said it doesn't seem fun.
i'm ready to jump the gun as soon as you are.
trust in me that i know when to run
once i hear the cops coming and the lights dimming.you're looking at me as if i'm a prayer
as if i got on my knees , a miracle would happen
heart detailed fishnet tights
hair like the wine we spilled
i wonder if you ever think about going in for the kill
like every man has done or will.you wear that cross on your neck
but i know there's more despair to it than hope.
wonder if your parents know i'm in your passenger seat...
i know all your secrets.
can you figure out mine?
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drainage
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