| I don’t know, I don’t know,
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| Why I pick up the broken glass,
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| The hurt won’t stop 'til you’re gone
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| This is the final straw, the end!
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| The things you cannot fix, the end!
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| You are the thorn that can’t be pulled
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| Pointless, the wasted minutes of a lifetime
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| Selfish, I pick these scars because they’re all mine
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| Lost hope, lost hope!
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| I ripped into my heart, the pain!
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| I’ve torn myself apart, for me!
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| What is the curse? |
| What is the cure?
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| 'Cause it’s always fucking there
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| It’s always fucking there
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| Over and over again,
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| Over and over again
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| I feel the voice of a thousand screams,
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| I am the curse, I am the cure,
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| This is the house that will hold the answer,
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| I am the house, we are the cure,
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| This is the thought that will take me further
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| You resist, you resist, you resist
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| I feel the voice of a thousand screams,
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| I don’t know I don’t know,
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| Why I picked up the broken glass,
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| The pain, it’s gone |