| Under the skin, but no further in
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| I’ve seen it before, I was hoping for more
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| If I could choose, I’d rather bruise
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| I’d just rather lose than hear another excuse
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| You’re just a papercut, I can’t see why it would hurt
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| I don’t know why it would hurt, but it does
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| I live in the air, that’s open and bared
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| I’ve never been scared of a little red
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| You’re just a papercut, I don’t know why it would hurt
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| I can’t see why it would hurt, but it does
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| So I make my escape from all of this plastic tape
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| Where you play it so straight, so safe, so safe
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| My heart will open again, reach way down and deep in
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| It won’t take very long, this mark will be gone
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| You’re just a papercut, I don’t know why it would hurt
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| I can’t see why it would hurt, but it does |