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No angels watching from above
Just us and the state we’re in
It’s gritty, it’s messy, it’s wrong
2 AM, the neon’s bleeding red
Left the ghosts screaming in my head
Your leather jacket smells like rain and cheap smoke
A heavy secret, a jagged little joke
We’re tracing lines in the dust on the floor
One foot out, but I’m begging for more
It’s a beautiful disaster, a holy mess
Lipstick stains on a black velvet dress
Don’t try to save me, don’t try to be kind
Let’s play in my funny game
I need it always
Calling my name
It’s gritty, it’s messy, it’s wrong, it’s right
2 AM, the neon’s bleeding red
Left the ghosts screaming in my head
Your leather jacket smells like rain and cheap smoke
A heavy secret, a jagged little joke
We’re tracing lines in the dust on the floor
One foot out,
but I’m begging for more
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