| Do you see this?
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| These scabs I pick, they fall to the ground
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| It’s just an easy way out so I won’t feel anything inside
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| My heart won’t be broken
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| I won’t give for anything, these dreams of us We threw away everything
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| Since wounds are opened, give it time to be mended
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| Picking scabs makes you relive the pain
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| And what did we do?
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| We threw it all away
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| Do you see this?
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| These incisions I make
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| It’s vital to my health
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| And in this situation
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| I won’t be the victim
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| My heart won’t be broken
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| I won’t give up for anything, our dreams of us We threw away everything
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| Since wounds are opened, give it time to be mended
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| Picking scabs makes you relive the pain
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| With all these things you’re saying,
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| You said them while we were kissing
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| Only to find that I’m betrayed
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| Whoa, I’m but an autumn leaf
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| Burning in the trust that I gave you
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| Whoa, I hope this ash it chokes your throat
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| Until you’re in your grave
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| My heart won’t be broken
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| My heart won’t be broken
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| My heart won’t be broken
|
| Since wounds are opened, give it time to be mended
|
| Picking scabs makes you relive the pain
|
| With all these things you’re saying,
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| You said them while we were kissing
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| Only to find that I’m betrayed
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| Whoa, I’m but an autumn leaf
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| Burning in the trust that I gave you
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| Whoa, I hope this ash it chokes your throat
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| Until you’re in your grave |