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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