Guess i'll be leaving in the morning
By the chill that you gave me i will ride
I will tear out my insides just to find a place to hide
And i don't want to hurt you anymore
You got the dagger but i got the revolver
As we rolled and we tumbled to the floor
I been ?? is it just these d** i'm feelin'?
And i don't want to lie to you no more
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?? till the end
A guitar's a man's best friend
But these rules were meant to be broken
?? make myself uneasy
And i haven't got the guts to make you cry
?? to one thing ?? do something
And i don't want to hurt you anymore
Now with this advice i will end
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Some things are meant to be spoken
And these rules are meant to be broken