| She says she loves me But she comes and goes when she pleases
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| When the door shuts
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| It’s like another papercut
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| And now I’m stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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| Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
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| Claims she loves me But she cuts me into pieces
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| When I’m sewed up Here comes another papercut
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| Now I’m stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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| Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades…
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| We met 22 years back
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| Fresh out the womb
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| Now she consumes me,
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| No room for self these days
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| And she’s so demanding
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| Do this, do that
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| Don’t forget to take your medicine
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| I hate it when her face is invading my head again
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| The welcome mat reads «please take off your shoes»
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| But she disregards the statement
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| I’ve grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to Satisfy her needs
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| But I’m fed up With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
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| So I dip my pen in the puddle
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| What a bloody mess its been
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| Trying to end this struggle
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| But I love her,
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| She’s the reason for the lesions
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| Man I love her
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| I start bleeding when she’s leaving
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| And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of All the lessons learned
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| On my missions to try to find her but
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| I’ll sit alone until she comes back home
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| And I’ll be waiting by the phone
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| «Hello?»
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| She says she loves me But she comes and goes when she pleases
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| When the door shuts
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| It’s like another papercut
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| And now I’m stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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| Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
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| Claims she loves me But she cuts me into pieces
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| When I’m sewed up Here comes another papercut
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| Now I’m stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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| Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades…
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| She don’t live here no more
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| I heard she’s staying down the street with the dead beat
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| That don’t treat her right with two bad ass kids
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| Guilt and Regret
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| And I’m willing to bet
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| My last album that she’s wishing she was kissing me Man the nerve of this bitch
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| Pardon my French
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| But it’s been 10 days
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| And I’m getting kind of light headed
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| Maybe I’ll write her a letter in a gentleman’s way
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| And send it with the hopes that she might get it I can’t believe I let her run all over me But all I think about is When she’s here and holding me I love her
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| She’s the reason for the lesions
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| Man I love her
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| I start bleeding when she’s leaving
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| And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of All the lessons learned
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| All my missions trying to find her and
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| I can’t complain
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| I kind of like the pain
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| She ain’t even got a name
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| She just lives in my brain
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| And says.
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| She says she loves me But she comes and goes when she pleases
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| When the door shuts
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| It’s like another papercut
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| And now I’m stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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| Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
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| Claims she loves me But she cuts me into pieces
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| When I’m sewed up Here comes another papercut
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| Now I’m stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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| Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades…
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| She says she loves me but
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| (she really thinks that im an asshlole)
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| She says she loves me but
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| (my ears are too big)
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| She says she loves me but
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| (i pick my nose too much)
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| She says she loves me but
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| (she says i never really listen)
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| She says she loves me but
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| (i take too many pills)
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| She says she loves me but
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| (i never pay my bills)
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| She says she loves me but
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| (i wait until the last minute)
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| She says she loves me but
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| (i dont try hard enough) |