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Miami For The Weekend

Dead Poet Society

I didn't like her
I didn't like her perfume or his hands on her hips
She's fucking gone, though
On her cross
With the vodka spilling down the front of her dress
Just like a rockstar
Without rules

I fucking hate you
I really do
I do what God says
I tell the truth
I tell the

Who just put this fucking gun in my hand?
I'm just in Miami for the weekend
I don't wanna do this
Can we leave now?
Pull the fucking trigger like a man now

I think I love you
I really do
Yeah, there's a dark place, honey, in the alley ahead
And I know it's the way back to your bed
Go on, then
Go on in

Who just put this fucking gun in my hand?
I'm just in Miami for the weekend
I don't wanna do this
Can we leave now?
Pull the fucking trigger like a man now

Like a man now
Pull the fuckin' trigger like a
Like a man now
Pull the fuckin' trigger like a

I think I love you
I really do
I think I love you, yeah
I really do
I really

I really do
I really do
I really do
I really do
I really do
I really do
I really do




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