| I’ve smeared my heart on my sleeve
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| I’ve tagged my name on the wall
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| It’s probably time for me to leave
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| Actin' big and talkin' small
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| I’ve tracked blood in on the floor
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| I put my first through the wall
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| I’ve dragged trouble through the door
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| And I’ve spilled wine on it all
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| Maybe I can paint over that
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| It’ll probably bleed through
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| Maybe I can paint over that
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| But I can’t hide it from you
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| I’ve got some ink beneath my skin
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| A good idea at the time
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| I won’t be doing that again
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| Not with any arm of mine
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| And I have stumbled in my time
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| I left my footprints down the road
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| And the part of me that shines
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| Ain’t the part of me that’s showed
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| Maybe I can paint over that
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| It’ll probably bleed through
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| Maybe I can paint over that
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| But I can’t hide it from you
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| Maybe I can paint over that
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| It’ll probably bleed through
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| Maybe I can paint over that
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| But I can’t hide it from you |