| Cut out your tongue
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| For every lie that’s escaped from it
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| Every word you’ve ever spoke
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| Has been proven meaningless
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| Cut out your tongue
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| You’ve cried so much about revenge
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| Who will buy your deceptions now
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| Next time you shed a tear
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| You will think of us again
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| What the water can’t cleanse
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| It burns holes in your soul
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| We’ll find pieces of your face, all over the interstate
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| Thanks for all the empty memories
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| Now there nothing sort of lies
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| Your five minutes sermons
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| Pulled the wool over our eyes
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| You’ve cried so much about revenge
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| Who will buy your deceptions now
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| The next time you shed a tear
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| You will think of us one again
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| What the water can’t cleanse, burns your soul |