| Lately I’m counting the minutes that I’ve got left
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| And lately I’m counting the words that I haven’t said
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| 'Cause you will never know what I been through
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| And you should be a little more gentle
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| But maybe I need to start taking my own advice
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| 'Cause my heart’s so heavy it’s ready to fall out twice
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| 'Cause you will never know what I been through
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| So you should be a little more gentle with me
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| My skin is made of glass
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| But apparently it’s stained
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| 'Cause you notice all the cracks
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| But can’t look inside my pain
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| And if you throw another stone
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| Then I’d stay far away, far away
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| I just might break
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| My life’s just a faded memory of one I can’t have
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| And everything round me is starting to fade into black
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| But black and white is so much better
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| I’m learning how to hide my colours
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| You shoulda been a little more gentle with me
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| My skin is made of glass
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| But apparently it’s stained
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| 'Cause you notice all the cracks
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| But can’t look inside my pain
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| And if you throw another stone
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| Then I’d stay far away, far away
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| I just might break, break
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| Break, I
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| I might break
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| Might break
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| My skin is made of glass
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| But apparently it’s stained
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| 'Cause you notice all the cracks
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| But can’t look inside my pain
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| And if you throw another stone
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| Then I’d stay far away, far away
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| I just might break |