| If it bleeds, would you tighten the tourniquet
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| Or would you stare at the open wound
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| With lust and fascination
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| If the cut runs deep, would you reach
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| Inside of it
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| Or would you twist the knife in tight
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| With lust and fascination
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| You’ve got me out on the limb now baby
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| Would you be cuttin' the tree
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| You’ve got the wool in my eyes now
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| Honey so blind I can’t see
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| Are you settin your sights now baby
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| Are you settin' on me
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| You’ve got me out on the limb now baby
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| Would you be cuttin' the tree
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| Would you be cuttin' the tree
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| Would you
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| If I sleep
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| Would you come inside of it
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| Would you steal all my dreams of life
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| With lust and fascination
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| If I scream
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| Would you kill to silence it
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| Like stealing the words of a drowning man
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| With lust and fascination
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| You’ve got me out on the limb now baby
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| Would you be cuttin' the tree
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| You’ve got the wool in my eyes no
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| Honey so blind I can’t see
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| Are you settin your sights now baby
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| Are you settin on me
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| You’ve got me out on the limb now baby
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| Would you be cuttin' the tree
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| Would you be cuttin' the tree, would you
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| Be cuttin' the tree |