| Have you noticed my touch is gone colder
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| A secret holder weight upon my shoulders
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| Walking around feeling like heart taker
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| A love faker, a dirty promise breaker
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| I’m not proud of what I’m about to say
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| But it’s better off this way
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| ‘Cause there’s nothing left
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| I’ve got to hit you with the truth
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| Blood on your shirt
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| As I break your heart in two
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| I know it’s gonna hurt
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| No way to kill it softly
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| I’ve got to hit you with the truth
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| Hit you with the truth
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| Your arms open sweetly spoken
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| I gave you love like it was some kind of token
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| Walking ‘round feeling like a heart taker
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| A love faker, a dirty promise breaker
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| I’m not proud of what I’m about to say
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| But it’s better off this way
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| ‘Cause there’s nothing left
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| I’ve got to hit you with the truth
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| Blood on your shirt
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| As I break your heart in two
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| I know it’s gonna hurt
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| No way to kill it softly
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| I’ve got to hit you with the truth
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| Hit you with the truth
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| I’ve been so caught up with the lies in my head
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| And I hate myself for secrets hidden under my bed
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| And the last thing that I wanna do is see you cry
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| Asking me over and over again why, why, why
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| And I know one day this could happen to me
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| And if it did I know that I would want to be set free
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| And I feel so guilty I just want to die
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| As I say goodbye
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| ‘Cause there’s nothing left
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| I’ve got to hit you with the truth
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| Blood on your shirt
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| As I break your heart in two
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| I know it’s gonna hurt
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| No way to kill it softly
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| I’ve got to hit you with the truth
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| Hit you with the truth
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| (Merci à Alicia pour cettes paroles) |