| Wrapped up. |
| Spat out in your self doubt
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| Should I rip my heart out
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| Pack it up and send it to you
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| Things said in anger
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| Said for gain
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| Said to cut down
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| I’ll never hear again
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| Well a part of me sees it all too clear
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| But another part still burns
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| For the safety, for the comfort
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| But our hate outgrew our love and ate it
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| I can see it started years ago
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| And I recognise your pain
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| But I can’t forget the innocence
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| You’ve taken from me
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| Now I see you
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| But I can’t hear you
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| No — I can’t hate you
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| No — And I don’t want to break you down
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| There’s just some things that I want to tell you
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| Now that you’re not here to drown me out
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| I’ve just got to break through
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| I collect the poison as it spills from your mouth
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| Savour the taste so that I may work you out
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| When affection becomes affliction
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| Let it go
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| Been watching for far too long
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| Far too long to get this wrong
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| I’ve got the scars to prove it
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| Snap straight back and I’m here to use it
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| Delay the memory of the facts and what’s outside
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| Left with your mind, the only place to hide
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| 'cause you’re so bitter inside |