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Dark Eyes on the floor Mine are on the door Oh god, I guess that's her Blonde That's what you like Dyed my hair last night Oh god, mom was right Hands are heavy Pockets full My mind unsteady No free will I know you wanna try again Oh oh (Oh oh) Text me "meet outside in ten" and We'll have fun and we'll pretend so I can touch your skin again Oh oh Stay You can't look away It's your favourite game Try to get away Wait What's the hurry babe Driving you insane Try to get away Leave Don't stay the night Holding me so tight My god, I can't fight Days Between our eyes See some other guys My god, 'least I tried Hands are heavy Pockets full My mind unsteady No free will I wanna try you on again Oh oh (Oh oh) Text me "meet outside in ten" and We'll have fun and we'll pretend so I can touch your skin again Oh oh (Oh oh oh) Stay You can't look away It's your favourite game Try to get away Wait What's the hurry babe Driving you insane Try to get away Oh, to get away (Fuck) That's not how you play your favourite game Hate That look on your face Begging me to stay Try to get away (Oh no, not again) (You can't look away) (It's your favourite game) (Try to get away)
Writer(s): Carlyn Button, Tim Buron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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