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Paroles: Pretenders. Criminal.

Look at me high upon the hill
You could say I?m on top of the world
Baby I?m blue, all because of you

I can see this city
Crumble all around me
Press me to your chest
Block out the view
Oh, whoa whoa whoa

You made me
Some kind of criminal
You put me out-law
Because I loved you

In my time one thing I?ve learned
If you play with fire you get burned
Oh, baby, it?s true, I got burned by you

I put everything I had into a bag
And trusted you to do
What you didn?t do
Oh, whoa whoa whoa

You made me
Some kind of criminal
You put me out-law
Because l loved you

The first thing I think when I wake up
When can I see you?
The last thing I think when I?m drifting off
When will I see you?

Oh, look at me I?m addicted still
At first I refused, now I just swallow the pill
Oh, baby won?t you
Fix me like you used to?

I could spend my time in hell
I might as well 'cause hell is where
I?m bound to dwell without you
Oh, whoa whoa whoa

You made me
Some kind of criminal
You put me out-law
Because I loved you