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So our open wounds will bleed |
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Until our veins run dry |
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Now we have to take this thorn |
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And tear it from our side |
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Agitated at the fault line |
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Still agree to disagree |
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You're connected to the heart |
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But tonight we'll set you free |
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So swallow the knife |
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Carve the way for your pride |
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Now our hands are tied |
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The problems lie within |
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So we pray for night to start over again |
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Even now as I write this down |
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All pretensions disappear |
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Now our impulses will bite |
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At the ankles of our fear |
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So swallow the knife |
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Carve the way for your pride |
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Now our hands are tied |
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The problems lie within |
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So we pray for night to start over again |
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Now our hands are tied |
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The problems lie within |
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So we pray for night to start over again |
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Words are spoken |
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Words are broken down |
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So let's make this night |
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Be our best mistake |
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So let's take the time |
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To wipe the blood away |
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Now our hands are tied |
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And our world is caving in |
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Now our hands are tied |
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The problems lie within |
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So we pray for night to start over again |
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Now our hands are tied |
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And the problems lie within |
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Words are spoken |
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Words are broken down |
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Broken down, broken down |
