| I'm living with a knife in my side |
| I'm gonna take it for a joy ride |
| You left when you gave it |
| What criminal trading |
| A sorry curse |
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| And they're daring me to pull it out |
| I'll probably keep it for a lifetime |
| I'll probably name it |
| Then care for and claim it |
| That's how it works |
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| When you go ruin my life |
| In the worst way right at the wrong time |
| When I'd have followed you blind |
| And then I'll go out of my mind |
| Shifting my weight over the cliff side |
| Taking my chances, rolling the dice |
| This should be the last time |
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| Should be the last time |
| Should be the last time |
| Should be the last time |
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| And now I'm living with the ghost of you |
| Like you're riding shotgun on my long drives |
| It's your destination, your radio station |
| Your song rehearsed |
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| They're daring me to kick you out |
| I'll, I'll probably feel you till I die |
| But I'll never face you or ever replace you |
| It doesn't work |
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| 'Cause you go ruin my life |
| Flatten my days and wrecking my nights |
| I'll be here doing my time |
| I'll go out of my mind |
| Banging my cage and crossing the line |
| I'll never get out if I never try |
| This should be the last time |
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| This should be the last time |
| We know it won't when you're holding court |
| From your pedestal |
| Can't you come down? |
| Showing no remorse, you're impossible |
| I was strong before I got knocked down |
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| And you just ruined my life |
| Knowing that I'll be further from fine |
| I'm all bark, never would bite |
| I've gone out of my mind pouring my case of kerosene |
| I'll be burning this down but keeping your knife |
| This won't be the last time |
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