| Bring it on baby, what you’re getting into
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| Is living on pain the thing that’s getting to you?
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| Write my name, paint it up my picture
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| Says it’s the only thing cuz I’m not around, to be around
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| Beaten and battered
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| What if my dreams get shattered?
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| Then, pain gives me the right to be unkind
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| Bring it on baby, what’s with sudden devotion?
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| I’d trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
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| You can curse my name, paint it up my picture
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| Say it’s the last time that I’ll be around, be around
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| Oh, well, I’m torn and tattered
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| Saw the thoughts in my head be scattered
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| Well, pain gives me the right to be unkind, girl
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| And it sets me Right back to the heart of it Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it Jones Crazy is a place I call my own
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| When I’m alone
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| So bring it on baby, what you getting into
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| Well, I swear once it was the little things that mattered
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| But it all seems true to you
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| Say the hell with my name and say the hell with my picture
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| Yeah, but swear the one time you need me around, to be around
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| I’m around right now where
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| I’ll stand like it matters
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| Only once got screwed and then gets scattered by the rain
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| And pain gives me the right to be unkind, girl
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| And it sets me Right back to the heart of it Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it Jones Crazy is a place I call my own
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| Right back to the heart of it |