| I really love it when,
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| I love it when we make mistakes.
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| Because once again,
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| it gives me a reason to complain,
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| I love the battled lines,
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| the battled lines we draw when crossin the mud
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| Ou I love it when we fight,
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| standing on the verg of breaking up or making love
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| (verse 1)
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| What would i do if we were perfect,
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| where would i go for disopointment.
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| Love without pain would leave me wonderin why i stayed.
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| (chrous 1)
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| I think of saving myself,
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| but with nothing to complain about up in heaven,
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| what will i do
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| I think of saving myself,
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| but i really wanta work it out
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| down here in hell with you
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| (hook)
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| See I wanta make you feel the fire,
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| while i burn you with my bad days,
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| Ou wanta be unsatisfied, (sure)
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| you can fell the heat comin from me… baby.
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| (verse 2)
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| What would i do if we were perfect,
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| where would i go for disopointment,
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| words without hate would leave me nothin else to say.
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| (chrous 2)
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| I think of saving myself,
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| but with nothing to complain about in heaven,
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| what will i do
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| I think of saving myself,
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| but i really wanta work it out
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| down here in hell with you
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| (hook)
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| I think of saving myself,
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| but with nothing to complain about up in heaven,
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| I think of saving myself,
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| but i really wanta work it out
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| down here in hell with you
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| (hook)
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| Down here in hell with you
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| (repeat 4) |