You left your blood stain on the floor
Your sets your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door
Like all the boys before
Like all the boys before
(boys boys boys boys)
This is our luck, baby, running out
Here clothes were never off
We still have hours to run about
To scale the map, to scale the map,
To get us back on track
I ve see you in a fight
You lost, i see you in a fight
Were under the sheets
And you killing me
In our house made of paper, you words all over me,
Were under the sheets and you´re killin´ me
Like all the boys before, like all the boys, boys, boys, boys
In here the world wont bring us down
Our plan is golden
Out there a lonely girl could drown
In here were frozen
Where did the people go?
My hands are empty
You´re not the answer i should know
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Were under the sheets and you´re killing me
In our house made of paper, you words all over me
Were under the sheets and you´re killin´ me
Were i a mess baby , were in a mess baby
Your more is less baby (oh oh)
Were in a mess baby
Your more is less baby (oh oh)
Were under the sheets and you´re killing me
In our house made of paper, you words all over me
Were under the sheets and your killin´ me
Were under the sheets and you´re killing me
In our house made of paper, you words all over me
Were under the sheets and your killin´ me
(killin´ me, killin´ me, killin´ me, killin´ me)
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