. . .


Show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid
I will break his jaw
I won't, I won't, I won't let him get his hopes up

And I will save him from himself
Here's a picture with a note
"No, don't turn out like me"
It's only for your own good

And haven't you heard
The word on the street is
"I lost it, called it quits"
Get out into the sun,
Out from behind the gossip

This story's getting old
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind
Keep, keep talking
Keep this alive
This story's getting old
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now


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