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I have nothing left to say I think it's time that we go our separate ways And I know this might be The last time that I see your pretty face You tied me to the bed, you were dressed to kill Paid the ransom off with a hundred dollar bills Call me from the road on the way home Don't forget your rope on the way home On the way home I may be blind but you're fake (I'm blind but you're fake) The irony of insecurity is keeping me awake Empty bottles fill my floor (Empty bottles fill my floor) But I want it so much more And I need it so much more And we'll never be the same The same as we were before You tied me to the bed, you were dressed to kill Paid the ransom off with a hundred dollar bills Call me from the road on the way home Don't forget your rope on the way home You tied me to the bed, you were dressed to kill Paid the ransom off with a hundred dollar bills Call me from the road on the way home Don't forget your rope on the way home I've been searching so long For what I thought was you And everything I dreamed about Never would come true And if I ever had the chance To take back every word that I said I would rather have you take me back instead You tied me to the bed, you were dressed to kill Paid the ransom off with a hundred dollar bills Call me from the road on the way home Don't forget your rope You tied me to the bed, you were dressed to kill Paid the ransom off with a hundred dollar bills Call me from the road on the way home Don't forget your rope on the way home You tied me to the bed, you were dressed to kill Paid the ransom off with a hundred dollar bills Call me from the road on the way home Don't forget your rope on the way home Don't forget your rope on the way home |