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The Dead Weather

Jawbreaker

I run so far away from you

Don't matter where I've been

Run around the world from you

And here you are again

You're a real jawbreaker

A real crook, obscene

I'd call you a heartbreaker

But I reserve that for prettier things

I tried to kill the memory

You must get a psychic sting ?

And here you are again

You're a real jawbreaker

A real crook, obscene

I'd call you a heartbreaker

But I reserve that for nicer things

I run so far away from you

It don't matter where I've been

I run around the world from you

And here you are again

You're a real jawbreaker

A real crook, obscene

I'd call you a heartbreaker

But I reserve that for nicer things