| My heart is on my sleeve
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| Wear it like a bruise or blackeye
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| My badge my witness
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| That means that I believed
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| Every single lie you said
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| Cause every glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through
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| to avoid you
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| And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate
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| you
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| But there’s a light on in chicago
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| And I know I should be home
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| All the colors of the street signs.
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| They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s house
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| She took me down and said:
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| «Boys like you are overrated. |
| so save your breath.»
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| Loaded words and loaded friends
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| Are loaded guns to our heads
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| Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through
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| to avoid you
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| And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate
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| you
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| But there’s a light on in chicago
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| And I know I should be home
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| All the colors of the street signs.
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| They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s house
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| You want apologies
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| Girl, you might hold your breath
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| Until your breathing stops forever, forever
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| The only thing you’ll get
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| Is this curse on your lips:
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| I hope they taste of me forever
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| And there’s a light on in chicago
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| And I know I should be home
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| All the colors of the street signs.
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| They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s
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| With every breath I wish your body will be broken again (Again)
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| With every breath I wish your body would be broken again (Again)
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| (But theres a light on) With every breath I wish your body will be broken again
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| (Again)
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| With every breath I wish your body will be broken again |