| Oh honey I don’t need your five dollar tears
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| I just need the silence to freeze
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| Cause everything shouts even the weeds
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| Now I can’t hear the wind, it’s disappeared
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| And I see the way you hold your knife
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| Close and tight, ready to bite
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| And I see the way you hold your life
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| Close and tight, full of pride
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| Subvert, we don’t need your dirt
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| We don’t need your money and we ain’t here to curse
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| Conquer, whisperer
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| We can’t hear the honey, you owe us the damn hurt
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| Subvert, whisperer
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| Oh honey I don’t need your five dollar fears
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| So you better wrap yourself in years
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| Cause times quick, our clocks have lost their gears
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| Oh honey I don’t need your anything
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| And I see the way you hold your knife
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| Close and tight, ready to bite
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| And I see the way you hold your life
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| Close and tight, full of pride
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| Subvert, we don’t need your dirt
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| We don’t need your money and we ain’t here to curse
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| Conquer, whisperer
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| We can’t hear the honey, you owe us the damn hurt
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| Subvert, whisperer
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| Your voice runs quicker than your heels
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| The monster really ain’t a big deal
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| It’ll talk and shout until you think it squeals
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| It’ll add you to its ignorant list of kills
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| Subvert, we don’t need your dirt
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| We don’t need your money and we ain’t here to curse
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| Conquer, whisperer
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| We can’t hear the honey, you owe us the damn hurt
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| Subvert, whisperer
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| Subvert |