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Carve at my skin |
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There's no room for regret |
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Just speak through others' teeth |
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That silhouette is hung from it's neck. |
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Without teeth you're nothing to fear |
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There's nowhere to run from me, |
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Without teeth you're nothing to be afraid of. |
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Take that envy to it's grave, |
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You're peeling at your throat. |
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Take that envy to it's grave, |
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You're peeling at your throat. |
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Spit your name to the floor, |
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I'll rise twice to make you remember. |
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This war is done. |
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This war is done, |
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Get up. |
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You're standing on the edge of salvation, |
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Without teeth you're nothing to fear. |
