I’m down to my last red cent here
I know when the bidding’s low and
No one is buying
I know how the breaks go
And I got off easy
But who are you
To tell me not to cry
I heard from a little bird
You burned your house down
Fires always followed you wherever you go
I know it was pretty low
To leave you there but
You’d have done the same if opportunity knocked
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh
I’ll tell you something if it makes you feel better
I spend my evenings with cheap beer and a wand, ha!
Look out the window
At the weeds now growin over
Rows and rows of hearts I had impaled in the lawn
You were my bleeding heart
Why don’t you tear me apart
I stole a line from you to get me started
I stole a rhyme or two but baby that’s art
Can’t do a thing for you but watch you fall apart oh,
Blame it on me, blame it on me, my bleeding heart
My bleeding heart
My bleeding heart
My bleeding heart
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