Thrown by the blow
Burned out by the heat
All down to the stories you've been spinning on me
Goes to show you never know
And you gave no clue that you knew
That there'd probably come a time
I'd have to get over you
Build it, burn it
Turn it into dust
Keep it as a trophy
Of what we called love
Twist it, turn it
Blame my heart of stone
But everybody knows it's on you
And your wicked soul
Floored and adored me
Really owned the part
But you'd written out your exit
From the very start
It goes to show you never know
When you're holding out your heart
To get set up and rested
On a house of cards
Build it, burn it
Turn it into dust
Keep it as a trophy
Of what we called love
Twist it, turn it
Blame my heart of stone
But everybody knows it's on you
And your wicked soul

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