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words are useless
I’m selling my soul
but you’re selling your heart
And we’re both knowing
we will always be apart
I’m changing the locks,
and locking you in.
You’re knowing I’m right
And I won’t let you win.
I’m blowing the brains
All over the floor
It’s hotter and better
Than what we’ve done before
I’m bring you down
You’re holding me up
This string round your neck
Has ended your luck
but you’re selling your heart
And we’re both knowing
we will always be apart
I’m changing the locks,
and locking you in.
You’re knowing I’m right
And I won’t let you win.
I’m blowing the brains
All over the floor
It’s hotter and better
Than what we’ve done before
I’m bring you down
You’re holding me up
This string round your neck
Has ended your luck
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