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Enamored

from She Hates the Hits by Janitor

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I confess, enamored by your beauty
Never tired of the view
Longing for your touch I wanted nothing more but you

It's sick the way that I was raised
It's sick the way that I was raised
It's sick the way that I was raised learned to regret and beg for praise

So take your time, take forty days
And walk the path while people spit
You were the only one and chose to walk alone
You were the chosen one

I'll be gone and I told you so
So many chances you said no
I'll be gone and I told you so
So many chances you said no

You denied me in my darkest hour
The day they lay my friend to grave
After all those days I licked your wounds
You left me in a lonely haze

I'll be gone and I told you so
So many chances you said no
I'll be gone and I told you so
So many chances you said no

I'll be gone and I told you so
So many chances you said no
I'll be gone and I told you so
So many chances you said no

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from She Hates the Hits, released May 17, 2019
Written by Katie & Inna
Performed by Janitor

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