Did you wash it all away And after the smoke clears - is there anything left Who'll sweep out the wreckage who'll sing the refrain What goes on in that little toy brain I've got some pride left but it's plain to see
Why did she leave me heare standing ? Here I go again Dangerously twisted - Here I go again And why do I lie to myself and pretend that I can break her Why do I fall for the dangerous ones - the ones that never learned to let go
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