| Hello knife you look sick and tired
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| I wanna be your alibi
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| You’ve always been a perfect liar
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| You cross your heart and hope to die
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| Hello knife you’re so sick and tired
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| Let me suffer for your sins
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| Nothing but a tool for hire
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| I’ll take the blame for everything
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| Rusty knife sleeping in my pocket
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| Come alive and wield you blade
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| Scare away the hungry vultures
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| Before it is too late, too late
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| Hello knife safe inside my pocket
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| A clean slate and a dirty mind
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| Take my hand every time I falter
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| Never cut the tie that binds
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| So if you want to live, just not survive
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| And if you need a place to run and hide
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| Hello knife, hello knife, hello knife
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| So if you find that things don’t look so bright
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| When you’re at the wrong end of the knife
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| Hello knife, hello knife, hello knife
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| Hello knife you look sick and tired
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| I wanna be your alibi
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| You’ve always been a perfect liar
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| I wanna be …
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| If you want to live, just not survive
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| And if you need a place to run and hide
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| Hello knife, hello knife, hello knife
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| A clean slate, dirty mind
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| Too late, too late
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| Hello knife, hello knife, hello knife |