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I am a magnet for broken pieces | I am attracted to broken people | I pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding
I am a magnet for broken pieces I am attracted to broken people I pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding And it looks like my fault And it looks like I'm caught red-handed Hit over the head (epiphany) Over my head (repeatedly) Thick skull never did (nothing for me) Same lesson again? (Come on, give it to me) (Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me) Only I know where all the bodies are buried Thought by now I'd find 'em just a little, less scary Might get easier, but you don't get used to it Keep on, autopilot, mm-mm Hey, hey What's the body count up to now, captain? Hit over the head (epiphany) Over my head (repeatedly) Thick skull never did (nothing for me) Same lesson again? (Come on, give it to me) (Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me) Come on out with your hands up Come on out with your hands up I'm coming out with my hands up Come on out with your hands up Hit over the head (epiphany) Over my head (repeatedly) Thick skull never did (nothing for me) Same lesson again? (Come on, give it to me) I pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding (give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me) And it looks like I'm caught red-handed
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