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Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
One second were good then its overkill
Youre pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Pull my love away
The color turns to gray, oh
I got a feeling
I got a feeling Im tearing you down, if you can believe it
Im too attached to the sound of you
Pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Dunking me into the water
Ay, ay, go in circles
Hot potato pain
Fly like missiles
Through the empty space
Pull my love away

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
One second were good then its overkill
Youre pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Pull my love away
The color turns to grey
(Oh)
I got a feeling
I got a feeling that I cant change, if you can believe it
Im too attached to the same game
You pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Dunking me into the water
Ay, ay, go in circles
Hot potato pain
Fly like missiles
Through the empty space
Pull my love away

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