| I’ve seen it turn from white to red
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| I’ve heard you talk about how
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| You bleed and it doesn’t mean shit
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| Until I see some action a hint of
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| Rose and a mountain of garbage
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| Leaves me for dead and nothing drags me from
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| Breaking myself
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| Breaking myself
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| Breaking myself
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| Breaking myself to try to keep everyone
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| From walking over me
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| Smell the burning wreckage of even you
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| All of your perfection lets get inside
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| The bag turn it 180 degrees
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| Forget we even met cause it all comes
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| Down to this the good ones always
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| Leave in the end
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| Breaking myself
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| Breaking myself
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| Breaking myself
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| Breaking myself to try to keep everyone
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| From walking over me
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| I see the world and it all looks blue
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| I kiss the world and it all tastes true
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| The blurry eyes make me appealing
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| In a normal fashion another 2 or 3
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| You will become very friendly
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| Your liquidation is a siren song
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| You swim I follow I’m feeling my head sink
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| So as to reach and touch what hurts me
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| Still I try to reach and touch what hurts me |