| I wipe the blood from my lip
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| With a ragged scarf now
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| I get the feeling
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| You don’t care anymore
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| All shaken up and shattered
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| I pick myself from the floor
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| Those sweat stained dreams
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| All tattered and torn
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| Oh, bleeding heart graffiti
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| I don’t need it, baby, I don’t need it
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| Oh, bleeding heart graffiti
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| I don’t need it, baby, I don’t need it
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| Amongst the broken glass now
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| You standing in the street
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| Times a crawling
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| My life slipping by
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| Although, I hang my head down
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| To the ground and I
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| Tired of crying
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| Those whiskey soaked tears
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| Oh, bleeding heart graffiti
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| I don’t need it, baby, I don’t need it
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| Oh, bleeding heart graffiti
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| I don’t need it, baby, I don’t need it
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| I will follow the rainbow to the end of the road and I
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| Didn’t do you no harm, well, woman
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| I’m a man waiting for the sun to shine
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| I have waited for too long, yeah baby
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| Don’t you cry now woman and don’t you cry now, honey
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| 'Cause sometime that sun is gonna shine on me, yeah
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| Oh, bleeding heart graffiti
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| I don’t need it, well baby, I don’t need it
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| Oh, bleeding heart graffiti
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| I don’t need it, baby, I don’t need it
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| Oh, bleeding heart graffiti
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| I don’t need it, baby, I don’t need it
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| Oh, bleeding heart graffiti
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| I don’t need it, oh baby, I don’t need it |