Every night, I wanna be your muse

Baby, forget about everything
‎I have you on the back of my dirt–bike
‎Come up with an excuse or something
‎To justify your strike…
‎In my heart
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‎You and I are heading west
‎every night I imagine it
‎My heart no longer beats in my chest
‎Look at my ring…
‎Throw it to hell
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‎Maybe, today you cast aside me
‎But I wanna be your muse anyway
‎We have nowhere to run. So let's be free?
‎well, baby, choose your way…
‎in my fucking dream
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‎You don't care about my lovely perfume,
‎I already know that you hate love
‎I want to see gardens where youth blooms
‎but, I'm still distracted by the mole by your mouth…
‎All over again
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