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What was it for? |
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All these things I carried inside for so long |
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Is this my score, did you let me win, why let me begin? |
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You're ignorant, selfish. vulgar.. |
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Still so beautiful |
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I went down on my knees |
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With my hands down, my head down |
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Wasn't it through blood that you coloured my face |
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When I fell outta grace, or was it true love, I died for |
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Sixteen times you showed me how to stop |
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What was it like? |
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Did you open your mouth, while you let him in? |
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How was your night, did it pleasure the way that it used to do? |
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You made me throw up |
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'Cause I couldn't sleep myself away |
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Couldn't see the ground |
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With my hands down and my head down |
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Wasn't it through blood that you coloured my face |
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When I fell outta grace, or was it true love, I died for |
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Sixteen times you showed me how to stop |
