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 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