| Her nose is bleeding
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| And just one arm away
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| He promises it won’t happen again
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| And she believes him
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| Makes her feel guilty
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| For talking to another man
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| Her throat is aching
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| Black finger prints around her neck
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| Are hidden by a scarf
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| She can not hate him
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| Part of her knows she has
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| To leave before it goes too far
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| Broken nose, broken heart
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| The healing process doesn’t know where to start
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| Broken nose, broken heart
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| Until death do us apart
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| It’s when he’s drinking
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| Just can’t control himself
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| Gets violent every single time
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| Guess what she’s thinking
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| It could be worse
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| And when he’s sober he’s so very fine
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| Broken nose, broken heart
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| The healing process doesn’t know where to start
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| Broken nose, broken heart
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| Until death do us apart
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| The neighbours know it
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| If she won’t do it they all
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| Threaten her to call the cops
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| Finally in peace
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| This guy won’t touch me now
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| Under this stone it has stopped
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| Broken nose, broken heart
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| The healing process doesn’t know where to start
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| Broken nose, broken heart
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| Until death do us apart
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| Broken heart
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| The healing process doesn’t know where to start
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| Broken nose, broken heart
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| Until death do us apart |