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Paint the town red.
Now you’re gone I guess I’m free.
To say and to do whatever I please
And I intend to live wildly.
You let me go
So forget about me.
Don’t go wondering, what I’m up to.
Cause I’ll be up to nothing good.
I’d rather live a life of mischief
Than ever again fall in love.
I’d rather paint this whole town red
And laugh until my stomach aches
When I look at trouble I have caused
And all of my mistakes.
I’m sure I should be crying.
For what was then,
No longer now.
instead I see the novelty
In a broken heart somehow.
At night I think of you and me
I shake my head in disbelief.
At all the shit you passed at me.
I swallowed it whole
And truthfully.
