| I know the stories behind the bruises
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| When I’ve been the shoulder
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| You’ve been the reason for her tears
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| And her tellin' you it’s over’s useless
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| You keep callin' her phone, drivin' by when I’m not here
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| She’s beggin' me not to lose my temper
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| Lord, I’ve tried, but my patience is runnin' thin
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| The best thing you can do is forget her
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| 'Cause so help me God, if you ever touch that girl again
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| You cross that line, boy and there ain’t no comin' back
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| I’m a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks
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| You’ve got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother
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| I’m about to lock my jaws
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| I’m a time bomb tickin' a real live wire
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| Boy a shot in the dark, I’m a bullet in a bonfire
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| I’m a bullet in a bonfire
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| I know you don’t know my story
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| But I know your’s
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| And you probably should’ve read a page or two
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| 'Cause if you think you’re a badass on a lady
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| Boy, you oughta see a grown ass man on a punk ass joke like you
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| You cross that line, boy and there ain’t no comin' back
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| I’m a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks
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| You’ve got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother
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| I’m about to lock my jaws
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| I’m a time bomb tickin' a real live wire
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| Boy a shot in the dark, I’m a bullet in a bonfire
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| Yeah, I’m a bullet in a bonfire
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| Now, I’m gonna let you think it’s over
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| But little do you know, the fun is just about to start
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| 'Cause I see you lookin' over your shoulder
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| And I see you tryin' to act like you don’t hear my footsteps in the dark
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| You cross that line, boy and there ain’t no comin' back
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| I’m a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks
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| You’ve got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother
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| I’m about to lock my jaws
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| I’m a time bomb tickin' a real live wire
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| Boy a shot in the dark, I’m a bullet in a bonfire
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| Yeah, I’m a bullet in a bonfire
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| Yeah, I’m a bullet in a bonfire
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| And you think it’s over |