You wake up in the morning and you're smokin' like a house on fire. 'Cause you've been out all night, and you're burnt down to the wire. I really love you baby, but you put me through the fire. Whoa. Your lifestyle...is killin me. Your lifestyle...is killin me. And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me. Whoa. Youre talkin' too much while you're driving in way too fast. And you never make sense 'cause you're too busy havin' a blast. I know we got no future 'cause you just can't remember the past. Whoa. Your lifestyle...is killin me. Your lifestyle...is killin me. And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me. Whoa. Pack my bags got one foot out the door. 'Cause I can't take one more night on the killin' floor. I must be losin' my mind 'cause I think I'm comin' back for more. Whoa. Your lifestyle...is killin me. Your lifestyle...is killin me. And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me. Whoa. Stop...killin' me. Stop...killin' me. Stop...killin' me. Stop...killin' me.
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