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Choke,
tried to wash you down with something strong
Dry but the taste of blood remains
Cold empty mattresses and falling stars
My how they start to look the same
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you
Let's go in style
A million hooks around,
A million ways to die
Darlin' it's cold outside
No,
no more eyes to see the sun
You slide into bed while I get drunk
Slow conversations with a gun mean more
than I've ever said to anyone, anyone
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you
Let's go in style
A million hooks around,
A million ways to die
Darlin' let's go inside,
It'll be alright
But last night you said you ended up
in Palm Springs dancin' on tables
Almost fought some bitch at the club,
Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes well
Fuck, what am I supposed to be impressed?
You're just another set of bones to lay to rest
I guess it’s time to say goodnight,
Hope you had a really good time, good time
I will soon forget the color of your eyes
and you will forget mine
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you
Let's go in style
A million hooks around,
A million ways to die
Let's go outside,
It'll be alright
But last night you said you ended up
in Palm Springs dancin' on tables
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