| What could make you think it’d be okay
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| For you to come around and carve a name
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| What could make you think it’d be alright
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| Showing up and packing such a knife
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| Oh what’d you really think was gonna happen to me
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| In your surgery
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| Everything in and out of style
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| But cutting stuff has been around a while
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| Mutilate, try it on a wrist
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| Cause everyone’s a sadomasochist
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| Laugh it up as you cut, there’s no pain
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| You carved your name into my heart again
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| To carve your name into my heart seems strange
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| Seems so strange
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| That’s a lot of letters on a heart
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| Mama didn’t name her very smart
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| At least she got a pretty little script
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| Mama put the pressure on her penmanship
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| It really is all insane
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| You carved your name into my heart again
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| To carve your name into my heart seems strange
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| You carved your name into my heart again
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| It feels the same as good old yesterday
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| And I don’t want anybody to hold me while I’m suffering (suffering)
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| And I don’t want anybody to show me while I’m fumbling
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| And I don’t want anybody to console me or pretend to make ammends
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| You carved your name
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| To carve your name into my heart, seems strange
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| You carved your name into my heart again
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| It feels the same, it feels the same
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| It feels the same as yesterday |