| It’s like loving a lion that cannot be tamed
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| I snap at the thought or the sound of your name
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| Pulling teeth from my stomach
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| You’ve been eaten alive
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| My blood fills your lungs
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| My soul, your inside
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| My feet they stand on ashes
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| From the fires that you’ve made
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| Burning bridges
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| Just to save your face
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| If I say I wouldn’t be hostile
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| Could you say you would do the same?
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| If we’re all made just a little bit broken
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| Tell me who is to blame?
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| Tell me who is to blame?
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| I’m sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret
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| That left alone there’s no scarring I’ll dig and I’ll dig
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| Scratching & itching ill keep biting my lip
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| From this pain that I’m feeling
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| Picking wounds of regret
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| A cut cannot heal
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| Unless you leave it alone
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| I’ll open mine daily
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| Leaving bones exposed
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| If I say I wouldn’t be hostile
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| Could you say you would do the same?
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| If we’re all made just a little bit broken
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| Tell me who is to blame?
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| Tell me who is to blame?
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| Standing on ashes from the fires you’ve made
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| Burning your bridges just to save your face
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| Wounds of regret
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| If I say I wouldn’t be hostile
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| Could you say you would do the same?
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| If we’re all made just a little bit broken
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| Tell me who is to blame?
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| To Blame!
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| We’re broken, imperfect
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| We were all made the same
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| We’re broken, imperfect
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| We are all to blame |