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Dancing In Flames

offfelix

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Lyrics

Verse 1

Four in the morning, the city's a tomb

I cruise through the streets on autopilot

Burned half your picture that's up on my dash

Your eyes still ask me, "Where will you go?"

I can feel the bass heavy thumping in my chest

Losing myself in another cheap joint

They offer me a drink that tastes like regret and poison

But my emptiness isn't getting filled up tonight

Pre-Chorus

You keep calling, but my phone is turned off

Burning my money just to pass all the time

The sheets still smell just like you

But you're not here, you're my chronic illnеss, eh

Chorus

So lеt's dance in the dark 'til our skin's on firе

We're fallen angels flew too close to the stars

Scream at me that I'm to blame for us being like this

That tonight you hate me but you can't be without me

Hook

Oh, baby, make it hurt

(Make it, make it)

Make it hurt

(Make it, make it)

Oh, baby, make it hurt

(Make, make, make)

Oh, make

Verse 2

Sunglasses on even though it's already dark

Feeling like exiled royalty in this luxury hotel

You run through my dreams like a car on the strip

Hands on your hips with that boss attitude

You say I've changed, say I've lost my mind

But I'm just looking for a way out of this party

That never ends, that stinks of smoke and lies

And you pretending that you can fix my manias

Pre-Chorus

You keep calling, but my phone is turned off

Burning my money just to pass all the time

The sheets still smell just like you

But you're not here, you're my chronic illness, yeah

Chorus

So let's dance in the dark 'til our skin's on fire

We're fallen angels flew too close to the stars

Scream at me that I'm to blame for us being like this

That tonight you hate me but you can't be without me

Hook

Oh, baby, make it hurt

(Make it, make it)

Make it hurt

(Make it, make, make it)

Oh, baby, make it hurt

(Make it, make it)

Oh, baby, make it hurt

(Make it, make, make)

Bridge

The sky's on fire over L.A.

Your absence is holding my hand

If this is the end, let's end it beautifully

Make me feel like the last, desperate star

Chorus

So let's dance in the dark 'til our skin's on fire

We're fallen angels flew too close to the stars

Scream at me that I'm to blame for us being like this

That tonight you hate me but you can't be without me

Hook

Oh, baby, make it hurt

(Make it, make it)

Make it hurt

(Make it, make, make it)

Oh, baby, make it hurt

(Make it, make it)

Oh, baby, make it hurt

(Make it, make, make)

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