| He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note
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| That said «use these down to your bones»
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| And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him
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| I thought «this one knows better than I do»
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| A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
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| He tried to cut me so I’d fit
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| And doesn’t that sound familiar? |
| Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
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| Doesn’t that make you shiver; |
| the way things could’ve gone?
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| And doesn’t it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
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| And so that I do remember to never go that far,
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| Could you leave me with a scar?
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| So the next one came with a bag of treats,
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| she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea
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| And she told me don’t trust them, trust me Then she pulled at my stitches one by one,
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| looked at my insides clicking
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| her tongue and said «This will all have to come undone»
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| A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
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| She tried to cut me so I’d fit
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| And doesn’t that sound familiar? |
| Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
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| Doesn’t that make you shiver; |
| the way things could have gone?
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| And doesn’t it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
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| And so that I do remember to never go that far,
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| Could you leave me with a scar?
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| I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find
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| You bathe me in your finest wine but I’ll never give you mine
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| 'Cos I’m a little bit tired of fearing that I’ll be the bad fruit nobody buys
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| Tell me, did you think we’d all dream the same?
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| And doesn’t that sound familiar? |
| Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
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| Doesn’t that make you shiver; |
| the way things could have gone?
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| And doesn’t it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
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| And so that I do remember to never go that far,
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| Could you leave me with a scar?
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| Could you leave me with a scar? |