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I open wide |
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I let you in and your knife has scarred |
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My back again |
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So innocent a bit naive |
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My mouth is full my tongue is tied |
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I digest the shit |
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I Can't spit out |
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The pain has dried it's framed and hung on display |
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How could you break my trust? |
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I try to wash away the memory |
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You draft design you sketch outline then you |
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Make it up you improvise |
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Do I amuse your basement low self esteem? |
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How could you break my trust? |
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I try to wash away the memory |
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Break my trust |
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And now it's gonna take the best of me |
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And I see your smile - break |
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Laughing all the while - break |
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Just close my mouth don't say a word while |
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You decide hat's never heard |
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But don't forget my final thought - fuck you |
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How could you break my trust? |
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I try to wash away the memory |
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Break my trust |
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And now it's gonna take the best of me |
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And I see your smile - break |
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Laughing all the while - break |
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How could you break my trust? |
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Why don't you take it all? |
