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The harder the words, the colder the night |
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The closer the hand, the sharper the knife |
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The longer I hold out, the further you seem to fly |
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I get cut and I might bleed |
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But I won't cry! |
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The bigger the love, the blacker the bruise |
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The less that you give, the more i could use |
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The longer you hold out |
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The further you seem to fly |
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I get cut and I might bleed |
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But I won't cry! |
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The quicker the lie |
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(I might bleed) |
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The softer the moan |
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(I might bleed) |
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All of those whisper |
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(I might bleed) |
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They just sink like a stone |
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(I might bleed) |
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I think momma should push on |
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(I might bleed) |
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Before these fists just fly |
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I get cut and I might bleed |
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But I won't cry! |
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The stronger the bond, oh, oh |
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The tougher the loss, oh, oh |
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The pain in my heart, oh, oh |
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Until it just stops |
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Once more I'll just hold on |
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Until I get strength to fly |
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I get cut and I might bleed |
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But I won't cry! |
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I get cut and I might bleed |
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But I won't cry! |
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I get cut and I might bleed |
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But I won't cry! |
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I get cut and I might bleed |
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But I won't cry! |
