laying in my bed, not a care for the world
she's got her problems, and alcohol is the cure
she's not my kinda girl, but she'll do
she's angelic, so still, like she isn't even real
how can i let this go on
how can i let this go on
every kiss is more dangerous than the last
i can't get over anyone's past
i'm a liar, a damn good one at that.
you'll believe anything i say.
before i know it, she's gone in a flash.
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