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"Listen, you know that her heart is a prison right? she'll cut you like a knife,"
i tell him i'm well prepared to admit that i am sentenced to life,
told her it'd be there forever, just tell me when my sentence will start,
i need to sign up to be an organ donor to prove i'd give you my heart,

first comes the rumble, the pain from the earthquake,
i believe in love at first stumble, we weren't a mistake,
why don't we try best 2 outta 3, who'll make the next push?
your looks are WMDs and your smile is an ambush,

this man doesn't suffer from his weaknesses, or where he always finishes,
but from the past that constantly haunts him, replacing reality with past images,
she witnesses the distance he's puttin in between the moon and his world,
tired of being haunted bu the ghosts of who i could've been with each girl,

every song with her name as the title is made off heartbreak, coincidence?
why try to be hebrew, you turned me muslim, we have no coexistence,
twisted twin sister playin tongue twister with her childhood friends old mister,
don't be a kidder i'll be your highest bidder, i'm tired of being a fisher.