Did you know you were the girl
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that made me hate blonde hair and I
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just can't wait to make you hate me a little more
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And every night that I spend
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with bloodshot eyes and no end
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and enough excuses here to bury me alive
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So here I am a love worn masochist
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with hearts carved straight across my chest
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letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give
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Chorus:
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Will you swear you won't be sleeping?
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'cause I can't begin to dream to shut my eyes
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and I'm biting bullets and watching phones for no apparent reason
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and I don't think that I'll make it out alive.
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Did you know you were the girl
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that made love a four letter word.
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I just can't wait to make you hate me a little more
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You made my head a mess with a life of doctor notes and ink blot tests
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with enough empty bottles to bury me alive
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so here I am a love worn masochist
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with hearts carved straight across my chest
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letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give
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Chorus
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when a smile is a close call
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and my words caught in my throat
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I'm an inch away from dying
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and I'm lucky if I choke
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(x2)
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So here I am a love worn masochist
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with hearts carved straight across my chest
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letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give
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Chorus
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x2
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No I don't think that I'll make it out alive.
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Biting Bullets
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| JamisonParker |
