| I play dead again, it just might stop before the end if I pretend
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| You may not see the pain I’m in so close to me
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| Can’t tell what I’m supposed to be, don’t stop to breathe
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| Can’t bear to think what you might see this tourniquet
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| These blessed hands around my head, so I can keep from
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| Bleeding, I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts
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| Finding it’s way through my veins right to my heart
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| I never thought it something everyone could see
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| And it kills within me
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| Bleeding, I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts
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| Finding it’s way through my veins right to my heart
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| I never thought it something everyone could see
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| And it kills within me
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| I won’t, I won’t leave without a trace
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| I won’t be erased
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| I won’t, I won’t leave without a trace
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| I won’t be erased
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| It’s in my head, I can’t forget what you once said
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| The words I read, the fractured soul that I can’t mend
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| Right here with me, killing the void I used to be
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| Remembering through fading sparks of memory
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| Two broken hands lift seven wounds and fight to stand
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| To keep the lungs from
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| Caving, I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts
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| Finding it’s way through my veins right to my heart
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| I never thought it something everyone could see
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| And it kills within me
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| Caving, I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts
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| Finding it’s way through my veins right to my heart
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| I never thought it something everyone could see
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| And it kills within me
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| I won’t, I won’t leave without a trace
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| I won’t be erased
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| I won’t, I won’t leave without a trace
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| I won’t be erased
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| Turning it’s moving escaping right through me
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| I care not I bleed not for you I believe not
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| I play dead, I play dead
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| I play dead, I play dead
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| I won’t, I won’t leave without a trace
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| I won’t be erased
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| I won’t, I won’t leave without a trace
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| I won’t be erased
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| I won’t
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| I won’t |