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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 its 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 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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[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 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 |
|
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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She says she loves me but |
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(she really thinks that im an asshlole) |
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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) |
