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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Michael Gervais
Songwriter
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Yeah, you're a hand grenade
Just say the word, and I'll take the blame
Like a heart that's been torn in too many ways
Like a map that's been used out in the pouring rain
Like a scar that you feel on your best days
Bring on the hurt I'll front the pain
Like an old friend who knows your first name
Like an itch that you just can't scratch away
Like a promise tacked onto your worst days
Your worst days
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Yeah, you're my mistake
A word too many for this crowded page
A memory I'll carry till my last days
A scar I'll marry with pills and faith
Like an artist who can only paint in grey
For a world that deserves more than they can make
Like a miracle floating out into space
Like your favorite film with the ending erased
Like your touch doesn't change how I feel today
Your worst days
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Your worst days (I'm sorry for)
Your worst days
Your worst days (I'm sorry for)
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Your worst
Your worst day
Your worst
Written by: Raymond Michael Gervais