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Held it up, |
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You pushed it down. |
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Looked so wicked, |
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Wearing your crown, |
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Of cotton thorns. |
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I guess you fake the pain, the pain. |
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But since I can't really afford, |
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To give you what you want, what you want. |
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Here I am, |
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Come and get me. |
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Bundled up, |
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Just like my grandma sent me. |
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Why'd you give it up, |
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It's like you never tried, you tried. |
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But if you try for something more, |
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You'll be giving up again, up again. |
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Picked up a rock, |
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Wishing it was skin. |
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Never did know, |
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Where to begin. |
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To be more of me, |
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I need to see less of you, of you. |
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But since that same old feeling has gone, |
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This won't be near as hard, near as hard. |
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But since that same old feeling has gone, |
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This won't be near as hard. |