"Flying bullets hit the targets"; there they go, they're all singing the same song again, again and again. What am I doing? Thinking of you, listening to that hardcore beat that the only thing it does is destroying my mind, again, again and again.
"Just one more beer, then we'll go." I guess you should say "one more shot of tequila, THEN we'll go". The music doesn't recognize me, I'm not showing my pain and I'm shy. What the hell am I thinking? "Just do the hanky panky, dear." "Do not call me dear", and the world stops, as I'm walking around the corner of the club.
"Calling your name, I hear all the airholes" I love running blind with you, across every single minute that we pass by. Don't call me dear. "Cannot believe I'm falling for this guy (again, again and again)"
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