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Your words are like knives |
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They peel my skin and pierce my soul |
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Your body will burn tonight |
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Though your heart may still remain cold |
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And I will blame myself |
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And I will blame myself |
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For holding on to what |
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I hopedWould keep you by my side |
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I will blame myself |
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The Sheets are stained with |
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Memories of your soft kiss |
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Now this is all |
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I haveAnd paper and pen to remember you with |
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And I will blame myself |
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And I will blame myself |
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Holding on to what |
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I hopedWould keep you by my side |
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I will blame myself |
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Can I have you? |
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Can I have you? |
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Can I have you? |
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And can I have you? |
