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Caroline Lofts
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Matthew Tryba
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Jez Ashurst
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Angela Layman
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Guess love is dead
I trusted you
But look what you said
There's somebody else in your head
But look at you
You're still in my bed
Your loves a crime
You've got me waiting in line
Gave myself freely this time
And baby you just keep on taking what's mine
What's mine, what's mine
You must think I'm blind
I see red
I feel fire
I smell smoke
I hear liars
I taste blood
And desire
Can't fuck you, Can't fight you
I'm better off dead
I see red
I fall apart
You sleep so peacefully
You lie so easily
Stealing a piece of my heart
Fuck this cloud that I'm under
Switch lighting to thunder
Boy you better run if you're smart
I don't think you are, no
I see red
I feel fire
I smell smoke
I hear liars
I taste blood
And desire
Can't fuck you, Can't fight you
I'm better off dead
I see red
Let no record reflect
Let no judges decide
Let karma collect
Cause she's on my side
I see red
I feel fire
I smell smoke
I hear liars
I taste blood
And desire
Can't fuck you, Can't fight you
I'm better off dead
I see red
I feel fire
I smell smoke
I hear liars
I taste blood
And desire
Can't fuck you, Can't fight you
I'm better off dead
I see red
Writer(s): Caroline Lofts
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