So please
call me, baby
Wherever
you are
It's
too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do
crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's
a bit insane
I don't
want you catching your death of cold
Out
walking in the rain
I admit
that I ain't no angel
I admit
that I ain't no saint
I'm
selfish and I'm cruel and I'm blind
If I
exorcise my devils
Well
my angels may leave too
When
they leave they're so hard to find
(Chorus)
We're
always at each other's throats
It drives
me up the wall
Most
of the time I'm just blowing off steam
And
I wish to God you'd leave me
And
I wish to God you'd stay
Life's
so different than it is in your dreams
(Chorus)
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