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So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players, and you love the game Wooohooho Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlights Long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise 'Cause we're young and we're reckless We'll take this way too far It'll leave you breathless Or with a nasty scar Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane But I've got a blank space, baby 'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye I've got that red lip classic thing that you like When we go crashing down, we come back every time We never go out of style, out of style Fade into view It's been a while since I have even heard from you I should just tell you to leave 'cause I Know exactly where this leads but I Watch us go 'round and 'round and 'round each time (You've got that James Dean day dream look in your eye) So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames (I've got that red lip classic thing that you like) You can tell me when it's over If the high was worth the pain (And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.) Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane (Never go out of style) 'Cause you know I love the players (Out of style) And you love the game (You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt) 'Cause we're young and we're reckless We'll take this way too far (And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt) It'll leave you breathless Or with a nasty scar (And when we go crashing down, we come back every time) Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane ('Cause we never go out of style) But I've got a blank space, baby And I'll write your name Wohooho Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlights Long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise