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Dixit M
Dixit M
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Siva Dharshini
Siva Dharshini
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Himesh Sinha
Himesh Sinha
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Theodore Dsouza
Theodore Dsouza
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Saurav Chakraborty
Saurav Chakraborty
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Himesh Sinha
Himesh Sinha
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Lyrics

Walk right in, close that bedroom door
I can't take much more
Let's stop, Jesus
We're not sleepin' 'til the clock freezes
Smoke from the covers and the wooden floors
The devil wants a little more
In God we trust
God, we love party drugs
Wanna get high all night
Never see the mornin' light
Everythin' is alright
I swear we're doin' just fine
You know we're bound to fight
Now is really not the time
Everythin' is alright
I said, "We're doin' just fine, don't leave"
Don't say you're sorry
But I still feel that you shouldn't know why my
Heart is in pieces, all the reasons
That you gave me to leave you alone
I'd never see this, what's between us
If you wouldn't call up my phone
Now I got this burn down in my throat
What you gotta say, girl, I don't wanna know
I'm lyin' in pieces, don't believe this
Insecurities startin' to show (yo), oh
Walk right in and could you close the door behind?
I hope we don't be workin' overtime
'Cause, girl, you and I don't be seein' eye to eye lately, like
God, wait a minute, baby, don't you leave yet
I've been feelin' lonely, tell me all your secrets
Tell me every lie, I will still believe it, damn (damn)
Plenty quarrels, plenty morals
Emptied bottles, Remy Martin, don't get me started, no
Loved it when your little hands rested on my throat
Satan wants a little more
Knockin' on the door, is anybody home?
Don't say you're sorry
But I still feel that you shouldn't know why my
Heart is in pieces, all the reasons
That you gave me to leave you alone
I'd never see this, what's between us
If you wouldn't call up my phone
Now I got this burn, down in my throat
What you gotta say, girl, I don't wanna know
I'm lyin' in pieces, don't believe this
Insecurities startin' to show
My heart is in pieces, don't believe this
And I just can't get on with the show, oh
Heartbreaks and sorries
Don't tell nobody
Holdin' my breath all alone
Fallin' on my knees
Don't care if you want me
I'm holdin' back tears on the phone
Heart is in pieces, all the reasons
That you gave me to leave you alone
I'd never see this, what's between us
If you wouldn't call up my phone
And I got this burn down in my throat
What you gotta say, girl, I don't wanna know
Lyin' in pieces, don't believe this
Insecurities startin' to show
Heart is in pieces, don't believe this
And I just can't get on with the show, oh, oh
Don't you say you're sorry now
Don't you say it
No, whoa-oh, oh
Oh, baby, please
Baby, don't leave
Ahh-ah!
Hoo, ooh-hoo
Hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Hoo, ooh-hoo
Hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo
Written by: Himesh Sinha, Pratap Chandra, Saurav Chakraborty, Theodore Dsouza
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