| I spilled a drop of blood and drenched my soul
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| I pulled my skin through the wire
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| Spat out the broken prose
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| And when the curtain close
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| I’ll be behind you with a knife at your back
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| And I’ll fight your hate
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| With whats in my head
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| And whats inside my heart
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| I’ll never relate to the things that you’ve said
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| Just stopped to fantasize
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| About the bluest eyes
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| And a certain smile
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| That’ll rip your soul to peices
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| Come quick and cauterize this wide open wound
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| Then give me something for the bleeding
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| And I’ll fight this fate
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| With whats in my head
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| And whats inside my heart
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| I’ll never relate to things that you said
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| I won’t shut my eyes till it all just goes away
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| And I dont know I can make it through another day
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| When it started it was just a little lie
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| We kept that burning questions
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| Deep, deep down inside
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| Now we’re older and our time is running down
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| Can we still make it right
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| Somehow the second time around
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| We dont believe the lies that they’ve told us
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| Yea the second time around
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| Returning to the scence of the crime yeah
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| Just for one more time around
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| Skipped over and chastised
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| 'Cause we’re never just like you
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| Misunderstood right from the start
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| Wore all your cheap abuse like battle scars
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| Like men from mars to you
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| And now you’re terrified
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| When you see what we’ve become |