| A bastard from the start, but a charming one at that
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| Bad reputation, but I really ain’t that bad
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| It’s alright, I can’t feel a thing
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| A beauty from the city, dolled up in a dress of gold
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| I like them high heels, but she won’t wear them no more
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| It’s alright, I can’t feel a thing
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| She’s nothing short of perfect as she’s falling to the ground
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| Nothing short of Armageddon’s gonna slow her down
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| Nothing short of dying’s gonna bring me any peace
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| But I ain’t really worried, cause I can’t feel a thing
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| Got so much to tell her, but the words seem to get lost
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| The bottle’s empty and I can’t complete the call
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| It’s alright, I can’t feel a thing
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| She ain’t on the phone, and she ain’t on her way
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| And all the messages keep going up in flames
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| It’s alright, I can’t feel a thing
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| It’s nothing short of Vegas and a bar that’s never closed
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| Nothing short of lying down and waking up alone
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| And nothing short of dying’s gonna bring me any peace
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| Well, I ain’t really worried cause I can’t feel a thing
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| It’s alright
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| Well, it’s alright
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| A little less pain, every time I fall
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| It’s alright
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| It’s alright
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| Until you get so tired, you can’t feel nothing at all
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| Nothing at all
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| She asked me if I loved her, and I showed her the tattoo
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| Wasn’t no answer, but for then it had to do
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| It’s alright, I can’t feel a thing
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| I listened to a band in a bar outside downtown
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| There ain’t enough girls wearing high heels in this crowd
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| It’s alright, I can’t feel a thing
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| She’s nothing short of perfect and she’s falling to the ground
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| Nothing short of Armageddon’s gonna slow her down
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| Nothing short of dying’s gonna bring me any peace
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| Ah hell, but I ain’t really worried, cause I can’t feel a thing
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| I can’t feel anything
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| Oh I can’t feel anything
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| I can’t feel a thing |