Another night another year that's gone,
Raise your glass I'm not home tonight,
Nothing's changed but everything is different,
Getting cold in the bus stop light.

All the days all the times we spent,
Making plans for another life,
Staring out of a back seat window,
Making cuts with a plastic knife.

This dirty heart still longs to beat,
Back in your arms,
Back on your street.

These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty little heart.

Another flag stone I don't belong,
An empty glass still not home tonight,
I look for change but only finding the difference,
I'm growing old in the glare of the spotlight.

All those nights all these hearts I've haunted,
All the memories we've shared,
I wonder if this will ever be different,
I wonder if it will ever be spared.

This dirty heart still longs to beat,
Back in your arms,
Back on your street.

These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty little,
These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty little heart.

This dirty heart,
Still longs to beat,
Back in your arms,
Back on your street.

These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty, dirty,
These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty little heart.
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Dirty Little Heart Lyrics

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