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Cut, cut, cut |
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Oh, I cut my face |
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Cut, cut, cut |
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I can hurt my friends |
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And it's not because I'm mad |
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Or some kind of maniac |
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I just have no hands |
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I have blades instead |
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A fashionable hair-cut |
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A clipping for your dog |
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I'll make funny figures |
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Out of bushes in your yard |
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Cut, cut, cut |
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Oh, I cut my face |
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Cut, cut, cut |
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I can hurt my friends |
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Cut, cut, cut |
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Oh, I cut my face |
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Cut, cut, cut |
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I can hurt my friends |
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Can't hold you, baby |
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If I only had a chance |
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To touch your face |
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Without shedding blood |
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Don't be suspicious of me |
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You know all the truth |
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Keep in your heart |
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Remembrance of Edward |
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Cut, cut, cut |
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Oh, I cut my face |
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Cut, cut, cut |
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I can hurt my friends |