| Tear your way right through my flesh.
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| All the blood that’s rushed to my head.
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| I should have concentrated less.
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| Oh it’s all good, gone and bled.
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| Pooling at my feet. |
| The pounding in my chest.
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| And you were always the king of the last minute.
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| No, don’t move cause you’ll keep sinking more
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| Into your own bullshit.
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| I know, I know, I know.
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| The weight of your word is easy to throw.
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| I know, I know, I know.
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| Blue in the face. |
| Not letting go.
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| (Let me out now. Let it all go, yeah.)
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| Go
|
| (Let me out now. Let it all go.)
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| Go
|
| (Let me out now. Let me out.)
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| Whoa oh
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| Holes in your stories again
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| And I’ve been impatient at best.
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| It’s the past in present tense
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| Or a white lie in red hands.
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| And so casually composed, my brain is broken.
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| I know, I know, I know.
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| The weight of your word is easy to throw.
|
| I know, I know, I know.
|
| Blue in the face. |
| Not letting go.
|
| (Let me out now. Let it all go, yeah.)
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| Go
|
| (Let me out now. Let it all go.)
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| Go
|
| (Let me out now. Let me out.)
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| Whoa oh
|
| Not letting go.
|
| (Let me out now. Let it all go, yeah.)
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| Go
|
| (Let me out now. Let it all go.)
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| Go
|
| (Let me out now. Let me out.)
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| Whoa oh
|
| Tear your way right through my flesh.
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| All the blood that’s rushed to my head.
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| All the blood that’s rushed to my head.
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| Tear your way right through my flesh.
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| All the blood that’s rushed to my head.
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| All the blood that’s rushed to my head. |