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 drugs I'm feelin'? And I don't want to lie to you no more
? ? ? ? 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 ? ? Some things are meant to be spoken And these rules are meant to be broken
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