| There’s a post behind the broken heart that may stop
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| When you restart it without me, without me
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| Now I’m not around to blame, does the hurt still feel the same
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| How was the air inside those lungs, those same ones
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| That still breathe without me, without me
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| Knew you would find your own way, and you’d be better than okay
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| Got your footprints running up in my head
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| Trampling over my mind
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| In your opinion you’d be better off dead
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| But who’s planning on dying?
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| The thorn in my side, my rose from another life
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| Nothing cuts deeper, deeper
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| I feel, some wounds don’t ever heal
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| Nothing cuts deeper, deeper
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| No, no
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| I’m the wild one who you tried to cage, that broke the chains
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| Now I roam free without you, without you
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| It’s a jungle where I’m at, but I rule my habitat
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| Got your footprints running up in my head
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| Trampling over my mind
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| In your opinion you’d be better off dead
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| But who’s planning on dying?
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| The thorn in my side, my rose from another life
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| Nothing cuts deeper, deeper
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| I feel, some wounds don’t ever heal
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| Nothing cuts deeper, deeper
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| No, no
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| No, no
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| No, no
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| No, no
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| In my own way I had your back
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| Without a spine, how could you walk
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| Had you hanging off my every word
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| Gave you every chance to talk
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| Girl I would wither, ain’t no doubt without you
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| (Wither, ain’t no doubt without you baby)
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| Girl these tears would never dry without you babe
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| (Tears would never dry without you babe)
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| No, no
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| The thorn in my side, my rose from another life
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| Nothing cuts deeper, deeper
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| I feel, some wounds don’t ever heal
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| Nothing cuts deeper, deeper
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| No, no
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| The thorn in my side, my rose from another life
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| Nothing cuts deeper, deeper
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| I feel, some wounds don’t ever heal
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| Nothing cuts deeper, deeper
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| No, no |