Paper Cut, Chinese Burn کے بول

Paper cut and a Chinese burn Is all that she left me A door that won't shut and a keel won't turn Is all that she left me Well, I tried, I tried, yeah, I really did try I can't get her out my mind Never before have I ever been sure I'm sure, I'm sure this time Spinning room and an aching head Is all that she left me An open wound and a string that won't thread Is all that she left me Well, I tried, I tried, yeah, I really did try I can't get her out my mind Never before have I ever been sure I'm sure, I'm sure this time