And who do you think you are?
Running around leaving scars,
Collecting your jar of hearts,
And tearing love apart.
You’re gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul.
So don’t come back for me,
Don’t come back at all.
Running around leaving scars,
Collecting your jar of hearts,
And tearing love apart.
You’re gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul.
So don’t come back for me,
Don’t come back at all.
Christina Perri, Jar of Hearts
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