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Eight years of love in the sun
have tattooed my devotion
on my hand where that ring went before,
but I don't wear that ring any more.
Bullet holes would be so easy to see —
my skin doesn't show bruises easily.
So when you say "it could have been worse"
do you mean for you 'cause this is killing me?
It was you to whom I gave my gentle heart,
all of me, right from the start.
Now I can't hear a word you say
and, if I could, would it make me stay?
I won't tell you 'everything is OK'
— I can barely stand to see your face.
I don't care what you do.
You broke us, not me. It was you.
Two months of reckless abandon —
I hope that we were worth your fun.
You said I was all you needed and more.
Was she worth it, worth losing me for?
Bruises fade and heal over time, (guitar stutter)
but I don't think that's true for this kind.
So when you say "it could have been worse"
do you mean for you 'cause I'm going out of my mind.
It was you to whom I gave my gentle heart,
all of me, right from the start.
Now I can't hear a word you say
and, if I could, would it make me stay?
I won't tell you 'everything is OK'
— I can barely stand to see your face.
I don't care what you do.
You broke us, not her. It was you.
Eight years of love in the sun…
Two months of reckless abandon...