Paper Cut, Chinese Burn

Paper cuts and a Chinese burn
 Is all that she left me
 
 A door that won't shut and a key that 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 of my mind
 Never before I've ever been sure
 I'm sure, I'm sure this time
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 A 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, I really did try
 I can't get her out of my mind
 Never before I've ever been sure
 But I'm sure, I'm sure this time