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

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?? 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
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Some Things Are Meant To Be Spoken
And These Rules Are Meant To Be Broken