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I can dish it out but you know i can't take it
When you told me everytime that you came that you
Were fakin', so i guess i'll never know if i was mackin' yes
Or no
Got a seven foot cut on my foot the day before
When you pulled out my glass heart and broke it on
The floor. i guess i'm gonna go to the house of broken
Hearts and bloody toes.
Chorus:
It hurts to think about, i got no doubt,
I figured out, my little head is so shot without
You, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
Put inside my mind when you walked out.
Just a little scratch but it feels like it did when you've
Fallen off the short bus and landed on your head.
I felt a little low, when you told me where to go
(right straight down to hell)
Cramping up your style, but your style ain't cramping me,
But whatcha gonna do when your sleeping with the enemy?
I'm always at your show, (in the very back row).
Chorus:
It hurts to think about, i got no doubt,
I figured out, my little head is so shot without
You, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
Put inside my mind when you walked out.
My little head is so shot without
You, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
Put inside my mind when you walked out.
You're on my mind, you're on my mind
Chorus.
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