| I’m cutting through
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| You’re bleeding out
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| And I would tell the truth, but I can’t help myself
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| Red rushes out, dissect this nerve
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| And I’ll stop myself before I reach my cell
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| I wasn’t asking for the world
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| And you know that I’m not one to follow through
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| All these city streets, the people look the same
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| And I can see your face and I can hear your name
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| I wasn’t asking for the world
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| You’re stabbing in
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| Permanent scars
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| And you’ll justify it all inside yourself
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| You’ve finished me
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| My pulse is gone
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| And you’re satisfied to put this all to hell
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| I wasn’t asking for the world
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| And you know that I’m not one to follow through
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| All these city streets, the people look the same
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| And I can see your face and I can hear your name
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| I wasn’t asking for the world
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| Drink the poison when you think it’s over
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| Stabbing yourself, when you think it’s too late
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| Tragic endings are your thing, you love them;
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| You love letting go. |
| The ending’s the same
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| Drink the poison when you think it’s over
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| Inevitable, Verona lives inside of you
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| I wasn’t asking for the world
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| And you know that I’m not one to follow through
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| All these city streets, the people look the same
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| And I can see your face and I can hear your name
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| I wasn’t asking for the world |