| I smile at my shadow as it laughs back at me
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| My hands feel like they’re shrinking, I can barely feel my feet
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| Reminds me of old Sunday’s when the world on its tee
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| Never felt so normal, but so weird, to be a freak
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| Nine times I’ve lied
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| And nine times you healed
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| Nine times I wondered why you ever stayed with me
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| What if I can’t bleed when I cut with your razor?
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| What if I can’t see the way you go down?
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| What if I don’t know if this is the end all?
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| Nine times I’ve tried to be with you, my dear
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| If I can paint a picture of the future, I would
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| But darling, I can tell you it won’t be easy if I could
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| Never did I feel like I needed relief
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| From the suffering I went through just to get back on my feet
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| Nine times I’ve lied
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| And nine times you healed
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| Nine times I wondered why you ever stayed with me
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| Nine times I’ve shied away from you
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| Nine times I ran away
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| What if I can’t bleed when I cut with your razor?
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| What if I can’t see the way you go down?
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| What if I don’t know if this is the end all?
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| Nine times I’ve tried to be with you, my dear
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| Nine times
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| Oh, I feel it
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| Nine times
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| Oh, I feel it
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| Nine times
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| Oh, I feel it
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| Nine times
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| Oh, good lord, I feel it |