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She might not know it, but she wears my heart on her sleeve |
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And I know this for sure by the hole in my chest |
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And the bloodstains that run down her street |
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And I can't deny all the times I've tried |
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Tried to get her out of my mind |
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Boy, I believe you, it's not easy to do |
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It's just going to take some time |
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How long? |
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How long am I going to feel this way? |
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Cause it's been almost one year since the last time that I saw her face |
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That pretty little girl with the smile of a sheep |
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The style of a wolf with drawn fangs |
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And once in a while, I still walk down the road |
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Down the street where we had lived |
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I bet you're hoping to see her and not really need her |
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And thinking to yourself |
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How long? |
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How long am I going to feel this way? |
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How long? |
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How long until something washes this away? |
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Cause each dam's still burning and water's still drowning in flame |
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At night when I sleep, her ghost crawls in my sheets |
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I hear her voice calling out my name |
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Man, I'm not going to lie |
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I've fought and I've tried so hard to push it away |
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Boy, I see right through you |
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You loved her |
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You still do |
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Only time will heal your pain |
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How long? |
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How long am I going to feel this way? |
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How long? |
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How long until something washes her away? |
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Cause she wears me down, man |
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She wears me out like the knees in my blue jeans |
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And I can only patch them so many times with whiskey |
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Before it starts killing me |
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Yeah, she wears me down, man |
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She wears me thin like the threads in that old dress |
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Like the one I got for her out in Albuquerque |
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When I was heading home from the west coast |
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She might not know it, but she wears my heart on her sleeve |
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Cause I stitched on tight the last in November |
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The last day that she had seen me |
