| Remember when I dove into the crowd
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| And I got a bloody knee under my skin, a mark from wiping out
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| It brings back the memories
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| Every bone’s been broken
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| And my heart is still wide open
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| I can’t stop
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| Don’t care if I lose
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| Baby you are the weapon I choose
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| These wounds are self inflicted
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| I’m going down *in flames* for you
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| Baby you are the weapon I choose
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| These wounds are self inflicted
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| One more thing I’m addicted too
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| With each scar there’s a map that tells a story
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| what a souvenir of Young love’s like jumping out
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| An airplane riding a tidal wave on an ocean of emotion
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| My heart rips me wide open
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| I can’t stop
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| Don’t care if I lose
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| Baby you are the weapon I choose
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| These wounds are self inflicted
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| I’m going down *in flames* for you
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| Baby you are the weapon I choose
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| These wounds are self inflicted
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| One more thing I’m addicted too
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| And I cover up these scars
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| (We'll make it we’ll make it but we break it)
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| And I can’t stop seeing stars
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| (lets hope not die)
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| Whenever you’re around
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| Around
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| I can’t stop
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| Don’t care if I lose
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| Baby you are the weapon I choose
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| These wounds are self inflicted
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| I’m going down in flames for you
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| oohhh you are the weapon I choose
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| These wounds are self inflicted
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| One more thing I’m addicted to I can’t stop no I can’t stop
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| no I can’t stop
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| Ohh I’m going out in flames
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| Ohh I’m going down in flames
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| Ohhhh
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| Baby you are the weapon I choose
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| Baby you are the weapon I choose… |