| I bruise like a peach
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| I mumble when I speak
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| I’m in the gutter
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| Lookin at the stars
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| I’ve always been in love with you
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| I look tough enough
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| But if you hold me up to the light
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| You can see my broken heart
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| I’ve always been in love with you
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| They’re just paper cuts
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| I’ll sellotape them up
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| And bandage them with cotton wool and glue
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| Paper cuts
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| I shouldn’t beat myself up
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| Over little things the way i do
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| Nothing stays the same
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| I wish i could remain the color
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| Of the cherry blossom tree
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| I’ve always been in love with you
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| I always used to leave before I went to sleep
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| But now I just pass out watching TV
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| I’ve always been in love with you
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| They’re just paper cuts
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| I’ll sellotape them up
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| And bandage them
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| With cotton wool and glue
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| They’re just paper cuts
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| I shouldn’t beat myself up
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| Over little things the way i do
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| Just be careful when you shine
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| Because if you throw a light
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| On something magical
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| It disappears
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| Paper cuts
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| I’ll sellotape them up
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| And bandage them
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| With cotton wool and glue
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| They’re just paper cuts
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| I shouldn’t beat myself up
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| Over little things the way I do
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| I bruise like a peach
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| I mumble when I speak
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| I’m in the gutter
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| Lookin at my scars
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| I’ve always been in love with |