| It pricks my finger
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| I watch it bleed
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| But none of these things are what I need
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| Moonlight soft on my skin
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| It whispers dreams, secrets, and sin
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| I watch it fall
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| Threw away it all
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| Cuz all of these things are what I need
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| Hey! |
| Hey!
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| This is how I break
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| It’s my self-inflicted heartache
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| Hey! |
| Hey!
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| I’m a fuckin' earthquake
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| It’s my self-inflicted heartache
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| I turn on the radio
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| You’re gone this time I know
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| I sing along
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| I know this song
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| It’s all about the things that I don’t need
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| Hey! |
| Hey!
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| This is how I break
|
| It’s my self-inflicted heartache
|
| Hey! |
| Hey!
|
| I’m a fuckin' earthquake
|
| It’s my self-inflicted heartache
|
| Hey! |
| Hey!
|
| This is how I break
|
| It’s my self-inflicted heartache
|
| Hey! |
| Hey!
|
| I’m a fuckin' earthquake
|
| It’s my self-inflicted heartache |