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When I walk in the room, I think about leaving I could see that bitch, she was barely breathing Something in the air, something in the air, something in the air I think she knows about me and you upstairs Should've never looked into those eyes Should've never kept that promise I think she knows about us, and I'm a dead girl walking Caught up in those tragic lies And now I'm just a dead girl walking Back in a hotel, one room over Picking on me like a four leaf clover Bleeding through the walls, bleeding through the walls, bleeding through the walls If she don't hear us, then it won't hurt her I'm not a killer but this is murder Making movies that we can't return I'm a classic, no Turner, she a flip phone, she a burner (No Turner here, fuck that bitch) I think she knows about us, and I'm a dead girl walking Caught up in those tragic lies And now I'm just a dead girl walking And I'm a dead girl walking, dead girl walking Caught up on those tragic lies And now I'm just a dead girl walking, dead girl walking Aus Songtexte Mania