A cherry bomb, you are a mystery
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Exploded, sparkling quiet nights
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My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby
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To fingertips that might ignite
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And all along you knew my story, didn't you
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And all night long I carried yours
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Your blood was mixed wine and robbery, baby
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And left us always wanting more
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So don't sing me your songs about the good times
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Those days are gone and you should just let them go
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And God help the man who says
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If you'd have known me when
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Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
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Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
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Cherry bomb, your love is surgery
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Removing what you don't regard
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And every breath felt like a funeral, baby
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While you were packing up your car
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And with the window down
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I hear your tired mouth
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You borrowed everything
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And wore all your old welcomes out
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And shame on you, my love
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You sold your youth away
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Memories are sinking ships
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That never would be saved
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So don't sing me your songs about the good times
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Those days are gone and you should just let them go
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And God help the man who says
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If you'd have known me when
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Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
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Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
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And shame, shame, shame, shame on you
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You kept your mind and heart and youth
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Just like a tomb
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And shame, shame, shame, shame on you
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You kept your mind and heart and youth
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Just like a tomb
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And don't sing me your songs about the good times
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Those days are gone and you should just let them go
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So God help the man who says
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If you'd have known me when
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Old haunts are for all those ghosts
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And don't sing me your songs about the good times
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Those days are gone and you should just let them go
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And God help the man who says
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If you'd have known me when
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God help the man who says
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If you'd have known me when
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God help this man who says
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My baby, if you'd have known me when
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Old haunts are all we've ever known
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Old Haunts
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
