Open Season On My Heart
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โฑ๏ธ 3:40 duration
๐ ID: 3737140
๐ Lyrics
Here's to the corners yet to turn
Here's to the bridges yet to burn
Here's to the whole thing blown apart
It's open season on my heart
Days go by like flying bricks
Leave gaping holes too deep to fix
I'd just stay home if I were smart
It's open season on my heart
I can't blame anyone but me
For the wretched fool I've come to be
My tired excuses just don't fit
It don't look good from where I sit
I've tried to change without much luck
I reach a point where I get stuck
I hit the streets the fireworks start
It's open season on my heart
I can't be something that I'm not
I can't give the things I haven't got
I don't know where or what or when
I only know the shape I'm in
Here's to the bum down in my mouth
Here's to the whole thing going south
My own trus love turned poison dart
It's open season on my heart
Here's turning heartaches into art
Here's to where target practice starts
I hit the street the fireworks start
Here's to the bridges yet to burn
Here's to the whole thing blown apart
It's open season on my heart
Days go by like flying bricks
Leave gaping holes too deep to fix
I'd just stay home if I were smart
It's open season on my heart
I can't blame anyone but me
For the wretched fool I've come to be
My tired excuses just don't fit
It don't look good from where I sit
I've tried to change without much luck
I reach a point where I get stuck
I hit the streets the fireworks start
It's open season on my heart
I can't be something that I'm not
I can't give the things I haven't got
I don't know where or what or when
I only know the shape I'm in
Here's to the bum down in my mouth
Here's to the whole thing going south
My own trus love turned poison dart
It's open season on my heart
Here's turning heartaches into art
Here's to where target practice starts
I hit the street the fireworks start
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.51] Here's to the corners yet to turn
[00:17.27] Here's to the bridges yet to burn
[00:23.09] Here's to the whole thing blown apart
[00:29.89] It's open season on my heart
[00:36.30] Days go by like flying bricks
[00:42.72] Leave gaping holes too deep to fix
[00:48.63] I'd just stay home if I were smart
[00:54.58] It's open season on my heart
[01:00.85] I can't blame anyone but me
[01:06.44] For the wretched fool I've come to be
[01:12.40] My tired excuses just don't fit
[01:18.69] It don't look good from where I sit
[01:24.82] I've tried to change without much luck
[01:30.98] I reach a point where I get stuck
[01:36.75] I hit the streets the fireworks start
[01:42.82] It's open season on my heart
[01:49.51] I can't be something that I'm not
[02:15.82] I can't give the things I haven't got
[02:22.29] I don't know where or what or when
[02:27.98] I only know the shape I'm in
[02:34.55] Here's to the bum down in my mouth
[02:39.94] Here's to the whole thing going south
[02:46.41] My own trus love turned poison dart
[02:52.15] It's open season on my heart
[02:58.30] Here's turning heartaches into art
[03:19.68] Here's to where target practice starts
[03:31.36] I hit the street the fireworks start
[03:33.08]
[00:17.27] Here's to the bridges yet to burn
[00:23.09] Here's to the whole thing blown apart
[00:29.89] It's open season on my heart
[00:36.30] Days go by like flying bricks
[00:42.72] Leave gaping holes too deep to fix
[00:48.63] I'd just stay home if I were smart
[00:54.58] It's open season on my heart
[01:00.85] I can't blame anyone but me
[01:06.44] For the wretched fool I've come to be
[01:12.40] My tired excuses just don't fit
[01:18.69] It don't look good from where I sit
[01:24.82] I've tried to change without much luck
[01:30.98] I reach a point where I get stuck
[01:36.75] I hit the streets the fireworks start
[01:42.82] It's open season on my heart
[01:49.51] I can't be something that I'm not
[02:15.82] I can't give the things I haven't got
[02:22.29] I don't know where or what or when
[02:27.98] I only know the shape I'm in
[02:34.55] Here's to the bum down in my mouth
[02:39.94] Here's to the whole thing going south
[02:46.41] My own trus love turned poison dart
[02:52.15] It's open season on my heart
[02:58.30] Here's turning heartaches into art
[03:19.68] Here's to where target practice starts
[03:31.36] I hit the street the fireworks start
[03:33.08]