| Like an old man walks to the end of his life
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| And he’s carrying a bag of bloody knives
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| Pass them out and say «hold them tight»
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| Here’s a weight too sharp to hold
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| So I’ll take true love
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| And I’ll cut it up with scissors
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| And I’ll throw it in the fireplace
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| We can disappear together
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| Cut by a weight too sharp to hold
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| With a burnt soul, healing is painful
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| Asked to forgive when you’re still angry
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| If I can’t heal my heart, forgive me
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| So I’ll take true love
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| And I’ll cut it up with scissors
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| And I’ll throw it in the fireplace
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| We can burn it out forever
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| Why is life so hard?
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| And I’ll cut it up with scissors
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| And I’ll throw it in the fireplace
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| We can disappear together
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| Cut by a weight too sharp to hold
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| So surround yourself with good people
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| I know it’s painful but we can stand
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| And if this man can’t walk, lend him a hand
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| With a burnt soul, healing is painful
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| Asked to forgive when you’re still angry
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| If I can’t heal my heart, forgive me |