
I'm down a one way street
with a one night stand,
with a one track mind out in no man's land.
The punishment sometimes don't seem to fit the crime.
Yeah there's a hole in my soul, but one thing I've learned.
For every love letter written there's another one burned.
So you tell me how it's gonna be this time.
Is it over?
Yes, it's over.
'Cause I'm blowin' out the flame.
Take a walk outside your mind.
Tell me how it feels to be the one who turns the knife inside of me.
Take a look and you will find there's nothing there, girl.
Yeah I swear, I'm telling you, girl yeah 'cause
There's a hole in my soul.
That's been killing me forever.
It's a place where a garden never grows.
There's a hole in my soul.
Yeah, I should have known better.
'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose.
I'm as dry as a seven year drought.
I got dust for tears,
and I'm all tapped out.
Sometimes I feel broken and can't get fixed.
I know there's been all kinds of shoes underneath your bed.
Now I sleep with my boots on
but you're still in my head.
And something tells me this time
I'm down to my last licks.
'Cause if it's over
Then it's over
And it's driving me insane.
with a one night stand,
with a one track mind out in no man's land.
The punishment sometimes don't seem to fit the crime.
Yeah there's a hole in my soul, but one thing I've learned.
For every love letter written there's another one burned.
So you tell me how it's gonna be this time.
Is it over?
Yes, it's over.
'Cause I'm blowin' out the flame.
Take a walk outside your mind.
Tell me how it feels to be the one who turns the knife inside of me.
Take a look and you will find there's nothing there, girl.
Yeah I swear, I'm telling you, girl yeah 'cause
There's a hole in my soul.
That's been killing me forever.
It's a place where a garden never grows.
There's a hole in my soul.
Yeah, I should have known better.
'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose.
I'm as dry as a seven year drought.
I got dust for tears,
and I'm all tapped out.
Sometimes I feel broken and can't get fixed.
I know there's been all kinds of shoes underneath your bed.
Now I sleep with my boots on
but you're still in my head.
And something tells me this time
I'm down to my last licks.
'Cause if it's over
Then it's over
And it's driving me insane.
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