| You pull thorns from my hands
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| And then wait for your reward
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| When you know they’re the same ones
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| You placed there the night before
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| You glance in the mirror every time that you lie
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| You’re well rehearsed every time that you cry
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| Well here’s a little something to remember me by
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| You fed me the skin off my back
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| And asked me if it tasted good
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| You knew I never loved you
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| When you asked me if I always would
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| I’m leaving now but don’t ask why
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| If you don’t know then don’t even try
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| But here’s a little something to remember me by
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| Yeah, kindness and love
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| Are only the means to an end
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| Unless the end is the beginning
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| And we start all over again
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| If there’s a place where evil goes to die
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| I’m certain that you’d qualify
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| Till then, here’s a little something to remember me by
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| Yeah, here’s a little something to remember me by |