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I found you sleeping in my coffin
Pale white and in your favourite party dress
I start to feel a little nauseous
Bloody tears, they are falling as I wept

You could use a little action
Run away and lead a life without consequence
Reaching for a book of matches
Strike a light and you'll see the real mess that I am

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I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal

I'm gonna take you home
'Til the morning comes
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I see your collar bone
And wanna lose control
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I wanna drain you of the mourning
I wanna tear away the shadows brick by brick
I know you could've used a warning
You thought I kissed you just to borrow some lipstick?

Go be a stranger at a party
Reading lips across a room of empty space
With a secret you keep guarded
Like a funeral buries all our past mistakes

I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear it's nothing personal

I'm gonna take you home
Until the morning comes
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I see your collar bone
And wanna lose control
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I'm gonna take you home
Unil the morning comes
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I see your collar bone
And wanna lose control
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear that it is nothing personal

I...
I...
I...
I...

I'm gonna take you home
'Til the morning comes
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I see your collar bone
And wanna lose control
I swear it's nothing personal
I swear that it is nothing personal

I...

Writer(s): Daniel Rocco

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