we broke both our hearts
now i'm whistling dixie,
spittin' teeth
i can't shed this skin she's underneath
i was thinkin' to myself
it was always you
got to burn back the weeds
so i burn back the weeds and cry
she says 'why'i'm just not a very nice guy
can't seem to say good-bye
god knows i try
(love that girl like she was mine ...)
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