| Soldier, lay down your weapons
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| I’ve seen your scars, how they shine
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| Why are you flinchin'? |
| I will not injure you
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| Give me your trust, let me stitch your troubled mind
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| (Mmm, mmm)
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| (Whoa, ye-e-ea)
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| (Whoa, ye-e-ea)
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| Only patches of you were bruised
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| My needle and thread can gently mend you
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| (A-pa, a-pa, a-pa da, pa-dah)
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| (A-pa, a-pa, a-pa da, pa-dah)
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| (A-pa, a-pa, a-pa da, pa-dah)
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| (A-pa, a-pa, a-pa da, pa-dah)
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| Soldier, guarded defender
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| With every battle your stitching comes undone
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| Just like a rag doll’s off-cut material
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| Violent surrender was out of your control
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| (Mmm, mmm)
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| (Whoa, ye-e-ea)
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| (Mmm, mmm)
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| (Whoa, ye-e-ea)
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| But only patches of you were bruised
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| My needle and thread can gently mend you
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| (A-pa, a-pa, a-pa da, pa-dah)
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| (A-pa, a-pa, a-pa da, pa-dah)
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| (A-pa, a-pa, a-pa da, pa-dah)
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| (A-pa, a-pa, a-pa da, pa-dah)
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