| No it’s no wonder I feel broken
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| Are you the one to fix me up
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| Patching up the work they done?
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| Try and sew me
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| So thread the needle, tie it off
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| Teach me how to trust someone
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| Really hopin' that you stay
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| That you never walk away
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| Every word I shouldn’t say
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| I shouldn’t say, I shouldn’t say it
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| Do you feel the stress in me
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| Steady bursting at the seams?
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| You’re the only one I need
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| To make me complete, yeah
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| Stitch me up, stitch me up
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| Don’t tear me apart
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| I’ve been stuck in a rut
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| Patched up in the dark
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| Stitch me up, stitch me up
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| There’s pins in my heart, oh
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| Pardon all my precious scars
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| No it’s no wonder you’ve been feeling
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| Like a doll in lost and found
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| So mistreated, thrown around
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| Who you kiddin'?
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| Every flaw and every fray
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| That’s what makes you sexy to me
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| Really hopin' that I stay
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| I could never walk away
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| Every word we shouldn’t say
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| We shouldn’t say, we shouldn’t say it
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| Do you feel the stress in me
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| Steady bursting at the seams?
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| You’re the only one I need
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| To make me complete, yeah
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| Stitch me up, stitch me up
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| Don’t tear me apart
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| I’ve been stuck in a rut
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| Patched up in the dark
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| Stitch me up, stitch me up
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| There’s pins in my heart, oh
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| Pardon all my precious scars
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| Elegant and broken
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| Tasteful tattered clothin'
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| I guess we’ve been caught in the middle of love
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| Motive through emotion
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| Damaged but we’re golden
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| I guess we’ve been caught in the middle of love
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| Elegant and broken
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| Tasteful tattered clothin'
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| I guess we’ve been caught in the middle of love
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| Motive through emotion
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| Damaged but we’re golden
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| I guess we’ve been caught in the middle of love
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| Stitch me up, stitch me up
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| Don’t tear me apart
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| I’ve been stuck in a rut
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| Patched up in the dark
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| Stitch me up, stitch me up
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| There’s pins in my heart, oh
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| Pardon all my precious scars
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| (Really hopin' that you stay)
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| (That you never walk away)
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| Pardon all my precious scars
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| Stitch me up, stitch me up
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| There’s pins in my heart, oh
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| Pardon all my precious scars |