| Baby I know I was jealous and mean
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| I got lost in the anger that roars over me
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| Like a tidal wave, rotten
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| Bewitched and begotten from broken things inside of me
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| And the words I shell out at you
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| The night before still scatter like shrapnel all over the floor
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| And I’m sweepin' and I’m dustin
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| And desperately bustin' my back
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| To get you back through my door
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| You can write me off honey
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| You can rip out our pages
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| You can tell all your friends how we burned in the blazes
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| But I swear I won’t be
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| A train that keeps crashin' and burnin'
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| The best out of me
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| And I see it in my family tree yes I do
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| All those murderous words that’ll cut you in two
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| And I don’t want it in me
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| That haunted history that bruises the fruit black and blue
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| You can write me off honey
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| You can rip out our pages
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| You can tell all your friends how we burned in the blazes
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| But I swear I won’t be
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| A train that keeps crashin' and burnin'
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| The best out of me
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| We took the long road
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| Burned out our engines with fire and passion
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| And best of intentions
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| And I know sorrow will make it’s way out in the smoke
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| You can write me off honey
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| And rip out our pages
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| You can tell all your friends how we burned in the blazes
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| But I swear I won’t be
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| I swear that I won’t be
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| A train that keeps crashin' and burnin'
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| The best out of me |