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Dm F I don't have the time to hear you whine about a broken heart C G She's a pistol-packing matador and I'm the bull to taunt Dm F I'm adoring this contortionist who warped my inner thoughts C G But I was easy pickins, she would listen and, boy, I loved to talk Dm Am F Mesmerizing eyes turned me into stone G And together I'm alone Am And I don't even want you back F Even though you're all I have C G My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack Am And you don't ever cross my mind F But I've been known to tell white lies C G My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack Am F C This concrete heart Am F C This concrete heart, oh no Dm F I'm obsessed with where the edge is and how close that I can get C G I've been sitting on a nervous horse with a rope around my neck Dm F I can hear those footsteps closing in, this stud's about to run C G And I've hit this line a thousand times, God, I hope this is the one Am And I don't even want you back F Even though you're all I have C G My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack Am And you don't ever cross my mind F But I've been known to tell white lies C G My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack Am F C This concrete heart, oh, yeah Am F C This concrete heart, oh no Am Lipstick on a glass of wine F A cigarette that's half of mine C G I smoke until the ember burns my lips Am And I know I've been broke before F But she's a pimp who needs a whore C G And I've been known to sell my soul for less (one, two, three) Am And I don't even want you back F Even though you're all I have C G My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack Am And you don't ever cross my mind F But I've been known to tell white lies C G My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack Am F C This concrete heart, oh, yeah Am F C This concrete heart, mm, yeah Am This concrete heart