| Gonna break your hand
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| Tell me not to fight anymore
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| 'Cause I feel yellow as a coward
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| Pale as a flickering bulb
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| Outside of a liquor store
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| So knock me out again
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| Count backwards from ten
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| As I relay the colors as they appear to me
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| From the bottom of a cement floor
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| And do you see
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| Me
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| 'Cause oh how far do you think I can go
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| Beneath before you won’t follow me there
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| You don’t understand
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| I know the last time I swore
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| Not to make a scene and now I’m wandering into traffic screaming
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| To set me on fire in the middle of the street
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| Bend my knees and paint the concrete
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| The color of my bloody knuckles
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| Pulling splinters from the chapel door
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| And do you see
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| Me
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| Anymore
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| Oh how far do you think I can go
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| Beneath before you won’t follow
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| Down to the center of a black hole
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| A ruined sinner and a wasted soul
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| And I want you
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| I wanna let you break my heart
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| I wanna let you break my heart
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| I wanna let you break my heart
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| And I wanna let you break me |