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I control you You don't even speak for yourself And I approach you The corner of a cheap motel I think about it often I think about killing you I think about there's nothing Nothing that I won't do for you I got a knife in my pocket It's covered in blood And it's yours, it is And I didn't know what to do with your car So I just left in it I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, love You will not live to see the day So funny, so funny So funny, so funny So funny, now I'm smiling about it I think about it often Letras de cancionesI think about killing you I think about there's nothing Nothing that I won't do for you I'm killing you I'm killing you I'm killing you I'm killing you I'm killing you, killing you I'm killing you I think about it often I think about killing you I think about there's nothing Nothing that I won't do for you From Letras Mania