| Thrust you hand, into the wound
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| (Was it) on demand (or did you) do what you have to?
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| A broken one acting wall
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| Oh so thoroughly torn
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| Reason, think straight
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| Reason, think straight, focus and see
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| Open wide and
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| Ready for hell, oh wonderful hell
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| Reason, think straight
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| Reason, think straight, focus and see
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| I am stunned by the blade in my back
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| I am a mess and I just wanted to show you one last time
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| But then I choked
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| Got hurt by the blade
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| And then I awoke
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| Drawing the line again
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| Reason, think straight
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| Reason, think straight, focus and see
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| I am stunned by the blade in my back
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| Oh this wonderful hell
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| I am stunned by the blade in my back
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| I am a mess
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| Terrible mess
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| It’s off
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| Anything or anyone could not forgive the things you’ve done
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| I pray to God and clench the trigger, this wall of anger is getting bigger
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| I follow all the spoken words, brick by brick they build the past
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| I stumble in I tumble out I’m stuck in this recurring hell
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| Anything or anyone could not forgive the things you’ve done
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| I’m building
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| Everything is faliing into place
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| I though time was on my side
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| But the corrosion sets in, reminding me
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| As the days roll by the «what if» hammer
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| Keeps on ramming the shaft in, deeper and deeper
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| I’m stunned by the blade in my back
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| I am a mess |