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It's too bad you knew me |
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When I wasn't ready |
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And I wasn't ready |
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Did I say, "Come and get me?" |
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And too bad I held on |
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When you tried to tell me |
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This was wrong |
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Well, is this wrong? |
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I'm telling you, I am no masterpiece |
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Where innocence is painted green |
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And isn't it strange to think |
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That you created all of me? |
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It's done by the hands of a broken artist |
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You painted black where my naked heart is |
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I finally know what wrong is |
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Now, I finally know that you bleed for nothing |
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Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking |
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On display though a soul still breaking |
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Aren't you proud you're the one that made me? |
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Aren't you proud you're the one that made me? |
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You can't erase these |
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Lines, you can't save me |
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Oh, you can't display me |
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Oh, oh, you know what dismay means |
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I can't even try to |
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Remember what I knew |
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Before I became your |
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Model, I claim no |
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And so I am no masterpiece |
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So strange that you made all of me |
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Done by the hands of a broken artist |
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You painted black where my naked heart is |
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I finally know what wrong is |
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Now, I finally know that you bleed for nothing |
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Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking |
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On display though a soul still breaking |
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Aren't you proud you're the one that made me? |
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Aren't you proud you're the one that made me? |
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And I grew tired |
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And you expired |
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Oh, you finished me |
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Now that I am all that you planned |
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Well, tell me what do you think? |
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Done by the hands of a broken artist |
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You painted black where my naked heart is |
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I finally know what wrong is |
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Now, I finally know that you bleed for nothing |
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Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking |
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On display though a soul still breaking |
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Aren't you proud you're the one that made me? |
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Aren't you proud you're the one that made me? |
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Too bad you knew me |
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I wasn't ready |
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I am no masterpiece at all |
