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She says she loves me |
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but she comes and goes when she pleases |
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when the door shuts |
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it's like another papercut |
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and now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids |
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until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades |
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claims she loves me |
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but she cuts me into pieces |
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when I'm sewed up |
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here comes another papercut |
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now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids |
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until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades |
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we met 22 years back |
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fresh out the womb |
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now she consumes me, |
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no room for self these days |
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and she's so demanding |
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do this, do that |
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don't forget to take your medicine |
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I hate it when her face is invading my head again |
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the welcome mat reads 'please take off your shoes' |
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but she disregards the statement |
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I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to |
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satisfy her needs |
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but I'm fed up |
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with plugging cuts everytime they bleed |
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so I dip my pen in the puddle |
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what a bloody mess it's been |
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trying to end this struggle |
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but I love her, |
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she's the reason for the lesions |
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man I love her |
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I start bleeding when she's leaving |
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and every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of |
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all the lessons learned |
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on my missions to try to find her but |
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I'll sit alone until she comes back home |
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and I'll be waiting by the phone |
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(phone rings: 'Hello?') |
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She says she loves me |
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but she comes and goes when she pleases |
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when the door shuts |
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it's like another papercut |
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and I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids |
|
until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades |
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claims she loves me but |
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she cuts me into pieces |
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when I'm sewed up |
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here comes another papercut |
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now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids |
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until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades |
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(On the Phone) |
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She don't live here no more |
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I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat |
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that don't treat her right with two bad ass kids |
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Guilt and Regret |
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and I'm willing to bet |
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my last album that she's wishing she was kissing me |
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Man the nerve of this bitch |
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pardon my French |
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but it's been 10 days |
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and I'm getting kind of light headed |
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maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way |
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and send it with the hopes that she might get it |
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I can't believe I let her run all over me |
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but all I think about is |
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when she's here and holding me |
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I love her |
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She's the reason for the lesions |
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man I love her |
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I start bleeding when she's leaving |
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and every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of |
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all the lessons learned |
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all my missions trying to find her and |
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I can't complain |
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I kind of like the pain |
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She ain't even got a name |
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she just lives in my brain |
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and says |
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she loves me |
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but she comes and goes when she pleases |
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when the door shuts |
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it's like another papercut |
|
now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids |
|
until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades |
|
claims she loves me but |
|
she cuts me into pieces |
|
when I'm sewed up |
|
here comes another papercut |
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now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids |
|
until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades |
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she says she loves me but |
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(she really thinks that I'm an asshole) |
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she says she loves me but |
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(my ears are too big) |
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she says she loves me but |
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(I pick my nose too much) |
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she says she loves me but |
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(she says I never really listen) |
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she says she loves me but |
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(I take too many pills) |
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she says she loves me but |
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(I never pay my bills) |
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she says she loves me but |
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(I wait until the last minute) |
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she says she loves me but |
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(I don't try hard enough) |
