| Put that finger back to my lips,
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| Will I taste of sugar or of cold wet stone
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| Hope the shell will break on a paper dinner plate
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| Ooh not a headstone
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| How long does it take to change the man
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| How much sun to melt a frozen life
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| How long will it take for the mask to slip
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| And find a way to mend this broken heart
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| I’ve said too much, I’ve opened up
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| I’ve spilled my guts,
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| I can’t go back, no I won’t go back, no I shouldn’t ever go back to you.
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| Push your finger into my ribs
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| Am I made of honey am I made of bone
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| Scrape your nails over my skin
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| To find how many layers I’m wrapped in How long does it take to change the man
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| How much sun to melt a frozen life
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| How long will it take for the mask to slip
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| And find a way to mend this broken heart
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| I’ve said too much, I’ve opened up
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| I’ve spilled my guts,
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| I can’t go back, no I won’t go back, no I shouldn’t ever go back to you.
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| shouldn’t ever go back to you
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| shouldn’t ever go back
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| shouldn’t ever go back to you
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| Here’s the person, you used to know
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| A strange new alchemy, produces the gold
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| A local warming of a frozen ghost
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| A homeless entity returned to the host.
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| How long does it take to change the man
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| How much sun to melt a frozen life
|
| How long will it take for the mask to slip
|
| And find a way to mend this broken heart
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| I’ve said too much, I’ve opened up
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| I’ve spilled my guts,
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| No I can’t go back, no I won’t go back, no I shouldn’t ever go back to you
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| I’ve said too much, I’ve opened up
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| I’ve spilled my guts,
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| I can’t go back, no I won’t go back, no I shouldn’t ever go back to you
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| shouldn’t ever go back to you
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| shouldn’t ever go back
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| shouldn’t ever go back |