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When i was a kid the things i did were hidden under the grid
C Dm
Young and naive, i never believed that love could be so well hid
Bb F
With regret I'm willing to bet they say 'the older you get
C Dm
It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget
Bb F
It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work
C Dm
The first cut is the deepest but the rest still flippin' hurt
Bb F
You build your heart of plastic, you're cynical and sarcastic
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and you end up in the corner on your own
Bb F
'Cos I'd love to feel love, but i can't stand the rejection
C Dm
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
Bb F
I thought i was close, but under further inspection
C Dm
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction, oh no
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Bb
What's the point in getting your hopes up, when all you're ever getting is
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choked up?
C Dm
When you're ed up, and can't remember the reason why you broke up
Bb F
You'll call her in the morning when you're coming down and falling
C
Like an old man on the side of the road
Bb
When you're apart, you don't wanna mingle
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When you're together you wanna be single
C Dm
Ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss that made your heart tingle
Bb
How much greener the grass is
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Through those rose tinted glasses
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And the butterflies that flutter by and leave us on our arses
Bb F
'Cos I want to feel love, but i can't stand the rejection
C Dm
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
Bb F
I thought i was close, but under further inspection
C Dm
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction
Bb F
There's fish in the sea for me to make a selection
C Dm
I'd jump in, if it wasn't for my ear infection
Bb F
All I really want is just to make a connection
C Dm
But it seems I've been running in the wrong direction, oh no
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Bb F
What is love? Baby don't hurt me
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Don't hurt me
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No more
Bb F
What is love? Baby don't hurt me
Dm
Don't hurt me
C
No more
Bb F
What is love? Baby don't hurt me
Dm
Don't hurt me
C
No more
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