| There’s a hot hard hurt
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| Burning under her skin
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| And it pricks her like thorns
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| And it’s needles and pins
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| And it twists in her body
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| And I know what it is
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| And I’m paying in pain
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| But it’s the cost of the high
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| 'Till the weight of the secret
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| And the weight of the lie
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| Makes my heart want to burst
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| Feel the ache as time goes by
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| Getting better and worse
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| Getting better and worse
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| And there’s a screw that I tighten
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| As I dream of the kiss
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| And it twists and it cuts me
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| And you know what it is?
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| It’s a fragment of love
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| From a splintering heart
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| And it tears her apart
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| But not as much as this
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| So you save up your tears
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| For the moments alone
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| 'Till the splinters you gather
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| Leave you glass-hard and numb
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| And the same sun is shining
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| On the old and the young
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| On the saints and the sinners
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| On the weak and the strong
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| And there’s a burning and freezing
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| And a cross for a kiss
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| So she learns to stop dreaming
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| And you know how it is
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| With these fragments of love
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| And this splintering heart
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| With the fragments
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| And this splintering heart |