From all the promises that I've made. I never learned to keep shit.
It's not my fault that you fell in love. With a theif and a liar.
You've burned all of the pages. That brings back the man of your dreams a world for you and I. And everybody else.
Funny? How I use to think that dreams come true. Somebody please tell me I'm still asleep. And this will go away.
Let's raise our glasses and drink ourselves away this is just another picture perfect romance. Being set up for the kill.
Chop up three lines of snow. Shoot it up, get your fix and let yourself go.
She feels real good tonight. All dressed up for the ball.
Funny, how I use to think dreams come true. Somebody please tell me that I'm still asleep and this will go away. This is just another picture perfect romance. Being set up for the kill.
Shoot it up, get your fix, and let yourself go.
From all of tyhe promises you've made. You never learned to keep shit.
It's not my fault I fell in love with a s*** and a whore.
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