| She asked me to breathe, breathe
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| Asked me to breathe
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| Asked me to speak through the holes in my teeth
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| Asked me to say what I don’t think I’ll say
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| What I don’t think I’ll say that it’s all underneath
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| I don’t think I believe her
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| I hate every word she said
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| I think I might just leave her
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| I wish I was better dead
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| It’s not as easy as just letting it go
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| I think I’ll live for or either die for this
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| No matter the cause
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| I’ve had some easy come and go, life is taking its toll
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| I’m on my sixth straight bottle, spinning out of control
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| I think I’ll go
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Well, I think I’ll go
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| I run, run, tell me to run
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| Tell me to lie through the holes in my tongue
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| Tell me to try to revive this life
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| When I despise what I’ve become
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| I don’t think I believe her
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| I hate every word she said
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| I think I might just leave her
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| I think I’ll be left for dead
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| It’s not as easy as just letting it go
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| She’s like a backseat driver, steering out of control
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Lately, all of this is taking its toll
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| I wish I kissed you goodbye about a million times before
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Well, I think I’ll go
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| And I think I’ll go
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| Well lately, baby, I’ve been losing my mind
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| So I toss and I turn
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| Oh, you’ve been keeping me up all night
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| Holy shit this is taking its toll
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| I wish I kissed you goodbye about a million times before
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Bambi, I can’t get you out of my head
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| And I don’t ever think I wanna, baby
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| Well, I think I’ll go |