I can dish it out but you know I can't take it
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when you told me everytime that you came that you
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were fakin', so I guess I'll never know if I was mackin' yes
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or no
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Got a seven foot cut on my foot the day before
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when you pulled out my glass heart and broke it on
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the floor. I guess I'm gonna go to the house of broken
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hearts and bloody toes.
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Chorus:
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It hurts to think about, I got no doubt,
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I figured out, my little head is so shot without
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you, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
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put inside my mind when you walked out.
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Just a little scratch but it feels like it did when you've
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fallen off the short bus and landed on your head.
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I felt a little low, when you told me where to go
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(right straight down to hell)
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Cramping up your style, but your style ain't cramping me,
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but whatcha gonna do when your sleeping with the enemy?
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I'm always at your show, (in the very back row).
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Chorus:
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It hurts to think about, I got no doubt,
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I figured out, my little head is so shot without
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you, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
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put inside my mind when you walked out.
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my little head is so shot without
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you, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
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put inside my mind when you walked out.
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You're on my mind, you're on my mind
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Chorus.
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Little Head
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Marvelous 3 |