| No one knows me, the man that’s unseen inside
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| What would they do if they knew the truth I hide
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| I’m not on the mend and I won’t pretend I’m fine
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| 'Cause my soul’s in the wind, but I wish I could learn to fly
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| Yeah
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| Can you tell me why truth cuts like a knife?
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| And it feels like I’m bleeding these lies
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| What have I become? |
| Razor’s deed is done
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| Can you stop me for bleeding, bleeding inside?
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| The cruelest untruths, are often those left untold
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| What can I do, when reaping the tales I’ve sown
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| My minds closing in and I won’t pretend I’m fine
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| This bleeding is pain, so Lord put me under the night
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| Yeah
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| Can you tell me why truth cuts like a knife?
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| And it feels like I’m bleeding these lies
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| What have I become? |
| Razor’s deed is done
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| Can you stop me for bleeding, bleeding inside?
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| I know it’s you coming through
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| So save me while I’m still alive
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| Can you tell me why truth cuts like a knife?
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| And it feels like I’m bleeding these lies
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| What have I become? |
| Razor’s deed is done
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| Can you stop me for bleeding, bleeding inside?
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| Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding alive |