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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 never cared about, 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