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Testo: Lostprophets. Dirty Little Heart.

Another night, another year thats gone
Raise your glass, I'm not home tonight
Nothings changed but everything is differnt
Getting cold in the bus stop light
All the days, all the times we spent making plans for another life
Staring out of a back seat window, making cuts with a plastic knife

This dirty heart still likes to beat
Back in your arms
Back on your street
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on through the debris of my dirty little heart

Another flag stone, I don't belong
An empty glass still not home tonight
I look for change but only finding difference
I'm growing old in the glare of the spot light
All those nights, all the hearts I've haunted
All the memories we've shared
I wonder if this will ever be different
I wonder if we will ever be spared

This dirty heart still likes to beat
Back in your arms
Back on your street
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on through the debris of my dirty little
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on through the debris of my dirty little heart [x2]
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