| I am, I am wrecked now, wrecked now
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| I am, I am wrecked now, wrecked now
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| Skin and bone, a relic
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| Battle scars, little knives
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| Hollow frame, passion, you’re not the blame
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| But something’s breaking…
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| I am the body, I’m the guardian
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| Bruise me and beat me with your wicked tongue
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| Lay down your fists and push those arms aside
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| All that we’re left with are those little knives
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| Stop talking, change the frequency, baby
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| My satellite heart’s come alive, I can breathe in
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| Time won’t heal, memories are a flesh wound
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| But I am the blood and I’m keeping positive
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| A cartoon cutout when my back’s turned
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| Keep it together when I, when I have no words
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| Oh, your love, your little knives, little knives
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| I am, I am wrecked now, wrecked now
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| I am, I am wrecked now, wrecked now
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| Skin and bone, a…
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| Little knives
|
| Hollow frame, passion
|
| But something’s breaking…
|
| I am the body, I’m the guardian
|
| Bruise me and beat me with your wicked tongue
|
| Lay down your fists and push those arms aside
|
| All that we’re left with are those little knives
|
| Stop talking, change the frequency, baby
|
| My satellite heart’s come alive, I can breathe in
|
| Time won’t heal, memories are a flesh wound
|
| But I am the blood and I’m keeping positive
|
| A cartoon cutout when my back’s turned
|
| Keep it together when I, when I have no words
|
| Oh, your love, your little knives, little knives
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| Little knives
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| Little knives
|
| Stop talking, change the frequency, baby
|
| My satellite heart’s come alive, I can breathe in
|
| Time won’t heal, memories are a flesh wound
|
| But I am the blood and I’m keeping positive
|
| A cartoon cutout when my back’s turned
|
| Keep it together when I, when I have no words
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| Oh, your love, your little knives |