| You left the room and all my senses left with you and now my body’s just a
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| place for blood.
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| If I could taste then I’d be shaking in my place just at the thought of what
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| your lips taste of.
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| Oh, you love to string me along and I know it, but resistance always lingers on
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| my tongue.
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| You’re afraid you’ll never belong. |
| And I say it, but it’s always tongue in
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| cheek.
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| I choose all the right words but the words work against me.
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| Take my pride but you’ll never take all my friends.
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| Take my life and you’ll never feel whole again.
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| But if you’re gonna make empty threats, then how dare you?
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| If the thought of an absent God doesn’t scare you…
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| If you want me to hold my breath while you carry on, then come on!
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| I must admit, there was a time when you were it. |
| You had my body, had my soul,
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| my love.
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| But how we switched… I cracked the code, I scratched the itch,
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| and you’re aware the spell is wearing off.
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| You no longer string me along, and you know it. |
| Bet it eats away at that
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| confidence you feign.
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| From afar I fell for it all, but close up it comes off trite and cheap.
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| You could take it all off and I’d still keep my mind clean.
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| Take my pride but you’ll never take all my friends.
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| Take my life and you’ll never feel whole again.
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| But if you’re gonna make empty threats, then how dare you?
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| If the thought of an absent God doesn’t scare you…
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| If you want me to hold my breath while you carry on, then come on!
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| I’ve got this medicine in my head.
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| Every day it secretes and tells me what I should have said.
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| So I live in dread…
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| That every thought that I vocalize should be silence instead.
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| I’ve got this notebook that begs for love.
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| I hear it screaming: «Come on boy, fill me like that whiskey cup!»
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| So I ripped him up…
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| Then I poured out a sip in remembrance of my paper-cuts.
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| I’ve got this painting that looks just like you.
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| I’m sure the one who laid brush to canvas simply had no clue of the damage
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| they’d do.
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| With every look that I give, it burns. |
| Let it burn!
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| Take my pride but you’ll never take all my friends.
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| Take my life and you’ll never feel whole again.
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| But if you’re gonna make empty threats, then how dare you?
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| If the thought of an absent God doesn’t scare you…
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| If you want me to hold my breath while you carry on, then come on! |
| (Woah)
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| Then come on! |
| (Woah)
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| Then come on!
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| Oh come on! |