| I feel your knife as it goes right in
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| Cut to my core but I’m not bleeding
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| All that you say tryin' to make me small
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| Well the bigger you get the harder you fall
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| You use your words as a weapon, dear
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| But your blades don’t hurt when you have no fear
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| You think that you’re deep under my skin
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| You’re tryin' to keep me suffering
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| If you use your words as a weapon
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| Then as a weapon, I’ll shed no tears
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| You have my heart but I lock it up
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| This burning flame has been burnt enough
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| My windows cracked, they can be replaced
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| But your arm will tire throwing stones my way
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| You use your words as a weapon, dear
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| But your blades don’t hurt when you have no fear
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| You think that you’re deep under my skin
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| You’re tryin' to keep me suffering
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| If you use your words as a weapon
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| Then as a weapon, I’ll shed no tears
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| I feel your knife as it goes right in
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| You use your words as a weapon, dear
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| But your blades don’t hurt when you have no fear
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| You think that you’re deep under my skin
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| You’re tryin' to keep me suffering
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| If you use your words as a weapon
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| Then as a weapon, I’ll shed no tears
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| I’ll shed no tears
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| I’ll shed no tears |