| I did everything you did to me to you
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| But I’m out of ammunition
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| So I’ll take these words and fire them into your chest
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| Find a new place for them to rest
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| Seize up your insides, tearing your flesh
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| Open up and let them in
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| I’ll write your name across the wall
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| With all the blood that spills from my heart
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| Break my limbs and stretch my skin
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| Until my hands can
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| Reach across the floor
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| Feel for this pile of broken glass
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| I’ll hand you the sharpest one
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| To place it right in my back
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| Yeah!
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| You did everything to me, I did to you
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| This is the last song that you’re getting because we’re through
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| The only thing that’s perfect
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| Are the states we put between us
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| Because you know I’m always writing you postcards just saying
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| How good it feels, not to have you here
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| I’ll write your name across the wall
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| With all the blood that spills from my heart
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| Break my limbs and stretch my skin
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| Until my hands can
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| Reach across the floor
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| Feel for this pile of broken glass
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| I’ll hand you the sharpest one
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| To place it right in my back
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| So far so good
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| It takes a miracle
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| You’re only half as good as you said
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| For someone to hear me in this well
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| You’re halfway decent
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| So far so good
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| It takes a miracle
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| You’re only half as good as you said
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| For someone to hear me in this well
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| You’re halfway decent
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| So far so good
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| It takes a miracle
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| You’re only half as good as you said
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| For someone to hear me in this well
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| You’re halfway decent
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| I’ll write your name across the wall
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| With all the blood that spills from my heart
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| Reach across the floor
|
| Feel for this pile of broken glass
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| I’ll write your name across the wall
|
| With all the blood that spills from my heart
|
| Break my limbs and stretch my skin
|
| Until my hands can
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| Reach across the floor
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| Feel for this pile of broken glass
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| I’ll hand you the sharpest one
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| To place it right in my back |