I don't have the time to hear you whine about a broken heart
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She's a pistol-packing matador and I'm the bull to taunt
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I'm adoring this contortionist who warped my inner thoughts
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But I was easy pickins, she would listen and, boy, I loved to talk
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Mesmerizing eyes turned me into stone
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And together I'm alone
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And I don't even want you back
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Even though you're all I have
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My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
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And you don't ever cross my mind
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But I've been known to tell white lies
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My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
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This concrete heart
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This concrete heart, oh no
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I'm obsessed with where the edge is and how close that I can get
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I've been sitting on a nervous horse with a rope around my neck
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I can hear those footsteps closing in, this stud's about to run
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And I've hit this line a thousand times, God, I hope this is the one
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And I don't even want you back
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Even though you're all I have
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My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
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And you don't ever cross my mind
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But I've been known to tell white lies
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My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
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This concrete heart, oh yeah
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This concrete heart, oh no
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Lipstick on a glass of wine
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A cigarette that's half of mine
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I smoke until the ember burns my lips
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And I know I've been broke before
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But she's a pimp who needs a whore
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And I've been known to sell my soul for less (One, two, three)
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And I don't even want you back
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Even though you're all I have
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My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
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And you don't ever cross my mind
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But I've been known to tell white lies
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My Medusa, I could use her 'til I crumble and I crack
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This concrete heart, oh yeah
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This concrete heart, mm, yeah
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This concrete heart
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