| Carve at my skin
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| There’s no room for regret
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| Just speak through others' teeth
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| That silhouette is hung from it’s neck
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| Without teeth you’re nothing to fear
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| There’s nowhere to run from me
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| Without teeth you’re nothing to be afraid of
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| Take that envy to it’s grave
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| You’re peeling at your throat
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| Take that envy to it’s grave
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| You’re peeling at your throat
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| Spit your name to the floor
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| I’ll rise twice to make you remember
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| This war is done
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| This war is done
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| Get up
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| You’re standing on the edge of salvation
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| Without teeth you’re nothing to fear |