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Tell it to my face |
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Stab me while you can |
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You rip my heart open |
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And so we crash land again |
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Stumbling forward |
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Just a heart of gold |
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And a fist of glass |
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And so on it goes |
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The sharpest tool kills the fainthearted fool |
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Not so long ago... |
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(Not so long ago...) |
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Just blame it all on me |
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Would be better off being a dead man |
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Lay it all on me |
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Destroy me while you still can |
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Not so long ago |
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It backfired and you ran |
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In search of higher love |
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And a new beginning |
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Now you're still dwelling on the past |
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I'm telling you come on |
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I would still take a bullet for you. |
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(Not so long ago...) |
|
Not so long ago |
|
It backfired and you ran |
|
In search of higher love |
|
And a new beginning |
|
Now you're still dwelling on the past |
|
I'm telling you come on... |
|
(Not so long ago...) |
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Just blame it all on me |
|
Would be better off being a dead man |
|
Lay it all on me |
|
Destroy me while you still can |
|
Not so long ago |
|
It backfired and you ran |
|
In search of higher love |
|
And a new beginning |
|
Now you're still dwelling on the past |
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I'm telling you come on |
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I would still take a bullet for you. |
