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    I fly back down to Michigan
    Bring the picture of the key
    I show the locksmith Nigel
    And then he laughs at me

    The key is something digital
    He can't recreate
    So I track her down to New Orleans
    To ask her on a date

    Man I should've done this
    A way long time ago
    I pretend it was an accident
    When I'm at the same hotel

    "Hey there, miss, remember me?"
    "We used to have a ball."
    She tells me she's excited
    And agrees that we should talk

    Yes
    Let's have a drink
    Let's have a talk
    Let's meet at your room at nine
    So we do
    We drink some wine
    We talk about old times
    Then she cries
    Says her sorry
    I tell her that it's fine
    I move in close
    I hold her tight
    I tell her to relax or

    If
    she
    moves
    I'll
    break
    her
    neck

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    This is for
    Everything
    Anytime
    Anything
    Breaking me
    Leaving me
    Stealing keys
    Comes to an end

    She
    Cries
    Stop
    But
    I don't see
    Why I should
    When she
    Didn't for me

    I
    Say
    Fine
    But
    It's
    Too late

    I didn't mean to kill her
    But I gone done did it
    I wish I could've told her
    It was all over
    Love, love, love
    And money

    So I grab her bottom lip
    I pull her mouth wide open
    Then I pull out my key
    It was covered in
    Stom - ach
    Ac - Id

    Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
    Then I book my flight
    I head back to Geneva
    I don't believe in God
    But I do believe I'm evil

    Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
    I think about my life
    I ponder my decisions
    I walk into the bank
    With 20/20 vision

    Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
    I open up my lock box
    I only found a note
    It reads "I'm sorry that I left you"
    "But you have been set up, love.."

    Rub my eyes and turn around
    Sure enough I had been found
    two guys approached me
    Put a gun to my head
    They told me how lucky
    I am to be dead
    I kneel down and feel a pinch
    All I taste is smoke and soot

    Don't trust
    Your luck

    Played my cards and now I see
    This whole time she was playing me
    The only people you can trust
    Are in control of your blood's luck

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    Composición: John Howard Ferrara y Gerald Francis Jones

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