Your heart got f*cked and now it's fully recovered
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With one night of perreo and alcohol
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She doesn't want to visit the doctor
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Her friends say, 'yes,' she says, 'no'
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The weekend comes and she starts to remember
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That shrapnel in her heart is buried
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They broke her heart with a gun
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She was f*cked up inside, she fixed herself on her own
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In the club packed, sweaty
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Party and bottle service, the babe came to grind
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They broke her heart with a gun
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She was f*cked up inside, she fixed herself alone
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She was lost, this was growing since the day that sh*t went down
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She didn't know if she would get out of that f*cking relationship
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Monotony, now she puts on a skirt, posts a pic in New York
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Through Milan, through Paris, but the babe is mine now
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One shot, two shots, one hit
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Never low-key, always lit
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And she starts to remember the shrapnel
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It's buried in her heart
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They broke her heart with a gun
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She was f*cked up inside, she fixed herself on her own
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In the club packed, sweaty
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Party and bottle service, the babe came to grind
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They broke her heart with a gun
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She was f*cked up inside, she fixed herself alone