Learn a world that you didn't know
And all the things that make that kind of girl
You can't look down or you will fall
Ain't no way to make it in this world
Gone too far this time around
Light it up, it'll burn you down
All by yourself you had it all
Saw the storm coming and the wind
And take a beating from this world
And all the storms that make that kind of girl
Yeah, I talked to your demons, baby
They said it'd be alright
For the strangest thoughts of you to cross my mind
It sucked me dry of all my strength
And left me sleeping for days
Now that's a million dollar fix to a fifty-cent haze
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