Carry me home, got my blue nail polish onIt's my favorite color and my favorite tone of song"I don't really wanna break up, we got it going on"It's what you gathered from my talkBut you were wrongIt's not easy for me to talk aboutI have heavy heartstringsI'm not simple: It's trigonometryIt's hard to express, I can't explainEver since my baby went awayIt's been the blackest dayIt's been the blackest dayAll I hear is Billie HolidayIt's all that I playIt's all that I playBecause I'm going deeper and deeperHarder and harderGetting darker and darkerLooking for loveIn all the wrong placesOh, my godIn all the wrong placesOh, my godCarry me home, got my new car and my gunWind in my hair, hold in your hand, listen to a songCarry me home, don't wanna talk about the things to comeJust put your hands up in the air, the radio onCause there's nothing for us to talk aboutLike the future and those thingsCause there's nothing for me to think aboutNow that he's gone, I can't feel nothingEver since my baby went awayIt's been the blackest dayIt's been the blackest dayAll I hear is Billie HolidayIt's all that I playIt's all that I playBecause I'm going deeper and deeperHarder and harderGetting darker and darkerLooking for loveIn all the wrong placesOh, my godIn all the wrong placesOh, my godYou should've known better than to have to let herGet you under her spell of the weatherI got you where I want youYou're deader than everAnd falling for foreverI'm playing head games such youGot you where I want youI got you, I got youI got you where I want you nowEver since my baby went awayIt's been the blackest dayIt's been the blackest dayAll I hear is Billie HolidayIt's all that I playIt's all that I playIt's not one of those phases I'm going throughOr just a song, it's not one of themI'm on my ownOn my ownOn my own againI'm on my own againI'm on my own againI'm on my own again
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Carry me home, got my blue nail polish on
It's my favorite color and my favorite tone of song
"I don't really wanna break up, we got it going on"
It's what you gathered from my talk
But you were wrong
It's not easy for me to talk about
I have heavy heartstrings
I'm not simple: It's trigonometry
It's hard to express, I can't explain
Ever since my baby went away
It's been the blackest day
It's been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It's all that I play
It's all that I play
Because I'm going deeper and deeper
Harder and harder
Getting darker and darker
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
Oh, my god
In all the wrong places
Oh, my god
Carry me home, got my new car and my gun
Wind in my hair, hold in your hand, listen to a song
Carry me home, don't wanna talk about the things to come
Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on
Cause there's nothing for us to talk about
Like the future and those things
Cause there's nothing for me to think about
Now that he's gone, I can't feel nothing
Ever since my baby went away
It's been the blackest day
It's been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It's all that I play
It's all that I play
Because I'm going deeper and deeper
Harder and harder
Getting darker and darker
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
Oh, my god
In all the wrong places
Oh, my god
You should've known better than to have to let her
Get you under her spell of the weather
I got you where I want you
You're deader than ever
And falling for forever
I'm playing head games such you
Got you where I want you
I got you, I got you
I got you where I want you now
Ever since my baby went away
It's been the blackest day
It's been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It's all that I play
It's all that I play
It's not one of those phases I'm going through
Or just a song, it's not one of them
I'm on my own
On my own
On my own again
I'm on my own again
I'm on my own again
I'm on my own again
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