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But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie
Next time
And I love it, wait where you going?
It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more that I suffer
Now you get to watch her leave out the window, guess that's why they call it window
I'm tired of the games
It controls you both
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
High of a love, drunk from my hate
Told you this is my fault
She's Lois Lane
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe