| So once again I see we’re wrapped in shackles
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| Push me back the closer I come to
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| I guess that we both know the way that this will turn out
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| Hate for me more simplifies my love for you
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| It’s a wound Bleeding Out for attention
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| Love is my only confession
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| I won’t believe that;
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| I can’t make you mine
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| Smile in the face of rejection
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| But love is a four letter question
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| Still won’t believe that!
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| Through these eyes I’ve built your routine profile
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| Images, my love in clear and loud
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| Said if I can’t know your love, no one will ever know
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| Conclusion that leaves a bad taste in my mouth
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| It’s a wound Bleeding Out for attention
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| Love is my only confession
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| I won’t believe that;
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| I can’t make you mine
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| Smile in the face of rejection
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| But love is a four letter question
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| Still won’t believe that!
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| (Spoken Word)
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| He plays fortune with a deck of cards, praying for two lovers
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| Takes off the top card, places it face up on the deck
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| The card… reads Death
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| A wound Bleeding Out for attention
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| Refusal of all my affections
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| You’ll die to regret that…
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| A wound Bleeding Out for attention
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| Love is my only confession
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| I won’t believe that;
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| I can’t make you mine
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| Smile in the face of rejection
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| But love is a four letter question
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| Still won’t believe that!
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| I Can’t Make You Mine |