| I never understood your skin
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| Sharp and hard like leather never ever broken in
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| Discarded on the path of your perfection
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| I learned that beauty lies in the eyes of the deception
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| Fingers like a silver chain, yeah
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| Soft around my neck; |
| can I ever trust again?
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| Lying in the path of your destruction
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| Sifting through the rubble for the ghost of your seduction
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| Just like the marks on my guitar
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| Just like the scratches on my heart
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| Some things ain’t ever gonna fade
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| I’ll never get back all those years
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| But now, I’m taking back those tears
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| Tonight, I’m falling into suede, yeah
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| Deep in the night, I see my fears
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| And if I try to touch them, they only disappear
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| The needle and the thread, just a temporary mend
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| Days and days are never put together again
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| Just like the marks on my guitar
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| Just like the scratches on my heart
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| Some things ain’t ever gonna fade
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| I’ll never get back all those years
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| But now, I’m taking back those tears
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| Tonight, I’m falling into suede, oh
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| All the smoke, all the wine
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| The stains deep in my mind, yeah
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| Oh, I am fringe in the breeze
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| Oh, that tears like denim on my knees
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| Just like the marks on my guitar
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| Just like the scratches on my heart
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| Some things ain’t ever gonna fade
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| I’ll never get back all those years
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| But now, I’m taking back those tears
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| Tonight, I’m falling into suede
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| Just like the marks on my guitar
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| Just like the scratches on my heart
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| Some things ain’t ever gonna fade
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| I’ll never get back all those years
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| But now, I’m taking back those tears
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| Tonight, I’m falling into suede
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| Tonight, I’m falling into suede |