Shots fired
I told her to give me a shot She shot me instead I've always wanted to take a trip with her Though she's tripping She's a deamon I'm an angel We never had a chance I tried to make her out to be some kind of angelic demon She's bad for my health She makes me sick She's not after my heart She's after my soul She wants me to hand it over Lose control to her She wants to control me Make me her puppet
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