الكلمات الأصلية
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I was busy picking up the pieces of my broken heart
I stand accused
And maybe on reflection got a little cruel
I was too brash for you
I moved too fast
Perhaps a little rude
I know I was a jerk
And impolite
I was loud
No one can say
That I didn’t need you
That I didn’t want you
That I didn’t love you
No one can say
That I didn’t need you
That I didn’t want you
That I didn’t love you
Which one of my two wolves will I give my attention to tonight?
Which one will I decide to feed?
Which one will I decide to fight?
I was impulsive I confess
Talked a lot behind your back
I was judgmental
Played too cool
I was not so nice
No one can say
That I didn’t need you
That I didn’t want you
That I didn’t love you
No one can say
That I didn’t need you
That I didn’t want you
That I didn’t love you
We were young and we loved attention
We were drunk and we loved attention
We were sad and we loved attention
We were scared and we loved attention
Our kind of God is a crazy kind of God
Our kind of God is a crazy kind of God
No one can say
That I didn’t need you
That I didn’t want you
That I didn’t love you
No one can say
That I didn’t need you
That I didn’t want you
That I didn’t love you
That I didn’t love you
No one can say
That I didn’t love you
No one can say
No one can say
No one can say
No one can say
No one can say
No one can
Our kind of God is a crazy kind of God
