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Lyrics

Maybe this is our mistake, i ve ever shot you re in or you re not
Maybe this is our mistake, i take a picture of the back of your neck Back, this dark love s a kind of glue
But both of them f cking die, ooooo ooooo ooooo Neck, ooooo ooooo ooooo
Dump it in the minoa river, pretend that you can hold a gun
I won t do it to myself again, something that i didn t choose, i think you re mid july

But both of them f cking die, i won t do it to myself again, you think we re bonnie and clyde
Ooooo ooooo ooooo, this dark love s a kind of glue
so this devil in me is you
So this devil in me is you, i see you re bent now matching the grave
i see you re bent now matching the grave

i wanna love you but we just fight
This dark love s a kind of glue, i think you re mid july
I think you re mid july, i won t do it to myself again, i see you re bent now matching the grave
I wanna love you but we just fight, ooooo ooooo ooooo
I ve ever shot you re in or you re not, i won t do it to myself again, ooooo ooooo ooooo

dump it in the minoa river
i ve ever shot you re in or you re not
just show me how to pick your locks
steal a car on a dare
This dark love s a kind of glue, maybe this is our mistake

I won t do it to myself again, but both of them f cking die
Just show me how to pick your locks, i won t do it to myself again, just show me how to pick your locks
I wanna love you but we just fight, something that i didn t choose
dump it in the minoa river
You think we re bonnie and clyde, but both of them f cking die, dump it in the minoa river

I take a picture of the back of your neck, i won t do it to myself again Your, well that s a very grave thing to say
So this devil in me is you, you think we re bonnie and clyde of, i won t do it to myself again
This dark love s a kind of glue, on the street i see you walking ahead
Pretend that you can hold a gun, ooooo ooooo ooooo of, i think you re mid july
So this devil in me is you, pretend that you can hold a gun, you think we re bonnie and clyde

I wanna love you but we just fight, steal a car on a dare Your, pretend that you can hold a gun
i see you re bent now matching the grave