| I don’t wanna see your shining teeth
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| Show me your bruised and battered heart
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| Prove to me that you’ll be true
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| Let me touch the wounds that have haunted you
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| Share with me the wounds that still haunt you
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| I’m goin' down to the river
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| It’s a place where I can breathe
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| Splash the waters, miss my daughters
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| Focus on my retrieve
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| Work on my reprieve
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| I don’t wanna see your shining teeth no more
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| She screams as she flies across the floor
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| I don’t wanna see your shining teeth no more
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| This life becomes a thin stream
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| And thinner with each day
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| I’m goin' down to the river
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| It’s a place where I can play
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| It’s a place where I can pray
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| I don’t wanna see your shining teeth no more
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| She screams as she flies across the floor
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| I don’t wanna see your shining teeth no more
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| And over time we become that line
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| And bow and drift and fray
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| I’m goin' down to the river
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| And wash the blood away
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| Wash my pain away
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| I don’t wanna see your shining teeth no more
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| She screams as I’m backin' out the door
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| I don’t wanna see those burned-out empty eyes
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| I don’t wanna see your shining teeth no more |