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Of having only eyes for you Of letting you turn my crimson skies blue, ooh Of hating your somebody new Of getting hella jealous of the ground that’s under you, ooh Of going way too hard Of tryna call you while I'm storming out the bar Of going way across the line, of needing you at the end of every night
I’m guilty, baby I’m guilty, baby If having a bleeding heart is a crime If loving you means I’m serving life I’m guilty, baby
Of using medicine as a crutch On the nights when the voices in my head won't shut up, oh Of going way too far Of driving by your place and counting up the cars Of going way across the line, of needing you at the end of every night
I’m guilty, baby I’m guilty, baby If having a bleeding heart is a crime If loving you means I’m serving life I’m guilty, baby
How bad I need you Ain’t enough words to say Is it really over or just on a different page I’m guilty, baby I’m guilty, baby If having a bleeding heart is a crime If loving you means I’m serving life I’m guilty, baby
Letra de Guilty
Of having only eyes for you Of letting you turn my crimson skies blue, ooh Of hating your somebody new Of getting hella jealous of the ground that’s under you, ooh Of going way too hard Of tryna call you while I'm storming out the bar Of going way across the line, of needing you at the end of every night
I’m guilty, baby I’m guilty, baby If having a bleeding heart is a crime If loving you means I’m serving life I’m guilty, baby
Of using medicine as a crutch On the nights when the voices in my head won't shut up, oh Of going way too far Of driving by your place and counting up the cars Of going way across the line, of needing you at the end of every night
I’m guilty, baby I’m guilty, baby If having a bleeding heart is a crime If loving you means I’m serving life I’m guilty, baby
How bad I need you Ain’t enough words to say Is it really over or just on a different page I’m guilty, baby I’m guilty, baby If having a bleeding heart is a crime If loving you means I’m serving life I’m guilty, baby