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Here's to the corners yet to turn
Here's to the bridges yet to burn
Here's to the whole thing blown apart
It’s open season on my heart

Days go by like flying bricks
Leave gaping holes too deep to fix
I’d just stay home if I were smart
It’s open season on my heart

I can’t blame anyone but me
For this restless fool I’ve come to be
My tired excuses just don’t fit
It don’t look good from where I sit

I tried to change without much luck
I reach a point where I get stuck
I hit the streets and the fireworks start
It’s open season on my heart

I can’t be something that I’m not
I can’t give you what I haven’t got
I don’t know where I'll while away
I only know the shape of you

Here’s to the clown down in the mouth
Here’s to the whole thing going south
Just stay home if I were smart
It’s open season on my heart

I hit the streets and the fireworks start
It’s open season on my heart

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