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Tore my hair out from the roots |
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Planted them in someone's garden |
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Then I waited for the shoots |
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Then I waited for the shoots |
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Bit my nails down to the quick |
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Worrying myself sick about you |
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Tearing facial masks in bed |
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What kind of sequel is this that you dread |
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Tear a strip from your dress |
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Wrap my arms in it |
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Tear a strip from your dress |
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Wrap my arms in it |
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Shaved and cut myself again |
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Should have let it slip down further |
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Crushing sour stones taste sour |
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Every minute hears a medal |
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No, no, no, no |
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Tear a strip from your dress |
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Wrap my arms in it |
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Wrap my arms in it |
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Tear a strip from your dress |
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Wrap my arms, wrap my arms in it |
