| A twisted sense of irony in the way your constant
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| Lack of sympathy has turned me so hopeless, so heartless
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| Gethsemane open for me tonight, I’ll pray for the last time
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| For you and for me and our ordinary lives, ordinary lies
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| My pain, redefined like an unwelcome guest arrives just to remind me
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| I’m there for you if you’d still want me to, for after all I’m yours to keep
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| Just come to me, I’m waiting with my wounds wide open
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| Pour your salt into these wounds and watch me crawl
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| Tell me to take it like a man, show me my place
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| Hurt me just because you can
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| Though now it hurts like hell it is better to feel just something else
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| Than live in that uncertainty, so tell me now, how was he and tell me was he
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| worth it
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| An ounce of peace is all I want
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| A solemn haven for the torn and tired one, downcast wayward son
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| Can’t crawl out of my hole
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| So I’ll make it my home
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| While wise enough to dig no more
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| Trying to wash off the pain stain, don’t fill my heart with your disdain
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| Why can’t you see, a leap without faith is what you ask of me
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| You pour your salt into my wounds and watch me crawl
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| Tell me to take it like a man, show me my place
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| Hurt me just because you can
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| Take me in then tell me you hate me
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| Breathe with me, make love to me until I bleed
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| How does it feel to know that you can break me?
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| And I guess I’d forgive if I would not look weak
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| And I knew that you’d give yourself to me
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| Though the wound is too deep I would give everything
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| If I could just be the object of your desire
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| Silently you stood there before me
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| Violently unveiling your sin and your deceit
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| You said to me «Love is only beautiful when it bleeds»
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| Pour your salt into these wounds and watch me crawl
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| Tell me to take it like a man, show me my place
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| Hurt me just because you can |