| We scratched our names
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| In that oak tree
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| 'Cause I loved you
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| And you loved me
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| A jagged little heart, so the whole town knew it
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| Carved in the bark with an arrow through it
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| I came out here to see it one more time
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| And I got my chainsaw
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| Oh, you know its gotta go, it’s such a shame y’all
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| But I ain’t gonna be happy until those names fall
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| And I’m sittin' on a stump
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| Love is shady, love is tragic
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| It’s hard to bury the hatchet
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| Holdin' a chainsaw
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| (Woo!)
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| Well, I guess all those years
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| They don’t mean nothing
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| Now I can’t wait
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| To count those rings
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| Nothing left of us but dust and splinters
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| A big pile of wood to keep me warm through the winter
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| Because I, I don’t have you
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| But I got my chainsaw
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| Oh, you know its gotta go, it’s such a shame y’all
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| But I ain’t gonna be happy until those names fall
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| And I’m sittin' on a stump
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| Love is shady, love is tragic
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| It’s hard to bury the hatchet
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| Holdin' a chainsaw
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| Whoa, oh
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| Yeah
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| Just a little ol' chainsaw
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| I remember what you said that night
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| That you would love me for the rest of your life
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| We wrote «Forever» with a pocketknife
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| But forever’s going down… tonight
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| 'Cause I got my chainsaw
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| It’s gotta go, it’s such a shame doll
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| But I ain’t gonna be happy until those names fall
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| And I’m sitting on a stump
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| Love is shady, love is tragic
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| It’s hard to bury the hatchet
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| Love is shady, love is tragic
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| It’s hard to bury the hatchet
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| Holding a chainsaw
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| Chain, chain, chainsaw
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| (Woo!)
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| Da, da, da, da, da, da, da (Chain, chain, chainsaw)
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| Da, da, da, da, da
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| Da, da, da, da, da
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| Da, da, da, da, da |