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ill take a hit of that fine shit or what you got up under your sleeveto relieve me of my misery before i sound too gone to pleaseyou can seize my treasure and take it whether you find what you lookin foror just leave me lost here standin trying to avoid gettin hit by the doorbaby i got nothing leftso dont go holding you breathdont go sayin your mineand i wont go wasting your timebaby i got nothing leftso dont go holding you breathcuz soon itll be hard to breathcuz im just too gone to pleaseyou made up your mind right around the time you half ass hugged me goodbyesaid your flyin to new york where the boys call you pretty all the timenot gonna lie you looked fine and got my pants fittin like a glovebaby i aint much of keepin things in maybe thats why i couldnt stand upbaby i got nothing leftso dont go holding you breathdont go sayin your mineand i wont go wasting your timeSongtextebaby i got nothing leftso dont go holding onto your precious breathits getting way to hard to breathand im getting too gone to please Aus Songtexte Mania