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Memories of dinner, that last on my skin after all
You into me, someone you won't remember at all
Smashing your guitar and talkin' about your regrets
I wish you never came home drunk and said what you said
And it hurt like hell, and it did some things
There under your spell and it clipped my wings
And I can't unpack the baggage that I have
And I called the car, and the guns were out
But you're beggin' me to let it bleed out
And my heart didn't die, but it don't flow like before