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I bruise like a peach |
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I mumble when |
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I speak I'm in the gutter |
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Lookin' at the stars |
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I've always been in love with you |
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I look tough enough |
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But if you hold me up to the light |
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You can see my broken heart |
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I've always been in love with you |
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They're just paper cuts |
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I'll sellotape them up |
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And bandage them with cotton wool and glue |
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Paper cuts |
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I shouldn't beat myself up |
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Over little things the way i do |
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Nothing stays the same |
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I wish i could remain the color |
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Of the cherry blossom tree |
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I've always been in love with you |
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I always used to read before |
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I went to sleep |
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But now I just pass out watching |
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TV I've always been in love with you |
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They're just paper cuts |
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I'll sellotape them up |
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And bandage them |
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With cotton wool and glue |
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They're just paper cuts |
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I shouldn't beat myself up |
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Over little things the way i do |
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Just be careful when you shine |
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Because if you throw a light |
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On something magical |
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It disappears |
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Paper cuts |
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I'll sellotape them up |
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And bandage them |
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With cotton wool and glue |
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They're just paper cuts |
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I shouldn't beat myself up |
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Over little things the way |
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I do I bruise like a peach |
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I mumble when |
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I speak I'm in the gutter |
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Lookin' at my scars |
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I've always been in love with you. |
