Im like a wolf in an old cartoon Im on the hunt I go crazy over you But you make me the fool And leave me blue Wash those hands And shine your shoes Your combat boots have seen some blood And Im Getting used to being abused Im broke and bruised from a fight These wounds will all work themselves out over time Im like a clown who never learns I keep coming back But still I get burned Still I get burned And every time it hurts Wash those hands And shine your shoes Your combat boots have seen some blood And Im Getting used to being abused Im broke and bruised from a fight These wounds will all work themselves out over time
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