I'm sitting on a cliche watching my life to slip away-ay-ay
Trying not to think 'bout you but I think 'bout you more-ore-ore
I'm waiting on a safe bet waiting to send my song-ong-ongs
I'm waiting to click send waiting for you to be gone-on-on
It's 5 in the morning you're silent but you're not gone-on-on
It's 5 in the morning I'll be mourning with this song-ong-ong
What are you made with your heart is black and you sent mine off-off-off
What are you made with I'm growing thin and feel alo-one-one-
your hearts as black as the ace of spades!
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