Tell it to my face, stab me while you can
you rip my heart open and so we crash-land again
Stumbling forward, just a heart of gold
and a fist of glass
and so on it goes, the sharpest tool kills the fainthearted fool
Just blame it all on me, would be better off being a dead man
Lay it all on me, destroy me while you still can
Not so long ago it backfired and you ran
in search of higher love and a new beginning
now your still dwelling on the past
I'm telling you;
"Come on, I would still take a bullet for you..."
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