| She must have opened me up
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| And messed with something inside my skull
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| Tell me now, what did you find
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| Inside that desolate hole?
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| Crouched with my head in my hands
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| Shake to the sound of a car alarm
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| I want it understood
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| I’m trying to be good
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| She
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| She’s like
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| She’s like a shot
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| She’s like a shot in the arm
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| Guess every vice has it’s price
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| You don’t get by on your charm for long
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| I think I’ve seen the light
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| I sing a different song
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| A hundred pictures of shame
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| Busting shards all around the car
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| Yeah, when I’m all messed up
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| When I feel like giving up
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| She
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| She’s like
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| She’s like a shot
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| She’s like a shot in the arm
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| She found the hole in my heart
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| She found the crack in my wall
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| Crawled in through a hole in my heart
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| She busted me out of that head
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| She found the hole in my heart
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| She found the crack in my wall
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| Crawled in through a hole in my heart
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| She busted me out of that head
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| She
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| She’s like
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| She’s like a shot
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| She’s like a shot in the arm
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| She
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| She’s like
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| She’s like a shot
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| She’s like a shot in the arm
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| She
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| She’s like
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| She’s like a shot
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| She’s like a shot in the arm
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| She
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| She’s like
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| She’s like a shot
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| She’s like a shot in the arm
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| She
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| She’s like
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| She’s like a shot
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| She’s like a shot in the arm |