| Petals broke from tips of roses
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| Hidden underneath my arm
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| All the framed, different poses of places
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| I’ll soon forget, yeah that I’ll soon forget
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| Tell me again that part
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| How you didn’t feel a thing that part?
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| How you never actually really ever did
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| And lift yourself from my grip but don’t fall asleep
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| Nothin' you say can or will ever penetrate
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| The walls that I, that I create
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| When you spew that
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| Barrage of insulting words
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| And no, that ain’t no way isn’t all
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| That ain’t no way isn’t all
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| Baby it isn’t all
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| And nothing you, you say can or will penetrate
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| These walls that I, that I create
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| That I create
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| Five stitches seal the crease
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| From the fit fueled by your aching
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| You’re so temperamental darlin'
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| With your little disease, oh how sweet
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| I’m happy for you baby, but I don’t wanna know |