| Play dead again. |
| It just might stop before the end.
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| If I pretend you may not see the pain I’m in.
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| So close to me, can’t tell what I’m supposed to be.
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| Don’t stop to breathe, can’t bear to think what you might see.
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| This tourniquet, these blessed hands around my head
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| So I can keep from…
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| Bleeding.
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| I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts.
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| Finding its 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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| CHORUS:
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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.
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| I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts.
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| Finding its 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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| (CHORUS)
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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. |