Misc Originals – Alana Morse - Crazy Ex Wife (Guitar)

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Well, she was fire in a bottle, a storm on the rise,

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With a temper like thunder and lightning in her eyes.

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She'd go off like a rocket, didn't take much to light the fuse,

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And I was just a man who paid his dues.

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We had some good times, but they never did last,

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She had a knack for bringing up the past.

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Every fight was a war, every kiss a grenade,

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And I was the one who always paid.

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I tried to love her, but it was never enough,

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Her anger was a fire, and I was the dust.

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Now I'm picking up pieces of a heart she tore apart,

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And trying to find the courage to restart.

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She's a crazy ex-wife, left me a broken man,

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Her words were bullets, and I took every stand.

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She'd scream and she'd holler, 'til I couldn't breathe,

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Now I'm just a ghost of the man I used to be.

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So here's to moving on, and finding some peace,

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Leaving behind the chaos, and finally being free.

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From a crazy ex-wife who taught me how to stand,

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Now I'm learning to live, and be my own man.