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Break the code of silence |
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Forget your conscience |
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And baby, you'll be fine |
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Grab a book of matches, |
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Half empty gas can |
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And get these hands untied |
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You made me who |
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I am Blame it all on the process, darling |
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Draw my blood from the stone |
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Sorry about the mix up, sweetie |
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But this had to be said |
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You made me who |
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I am Lift your broken posture |
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Reset your shoulder |
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And plant you in the soil |
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I recall the moment |
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When our first ? |
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Your twisted limbs recoiled |
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You made me who |
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I am Blame it all on the process, darling |
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Draw my blood from the stone |
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Sorry about the mix up, sweetie |
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But this had to be said |
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You made me who |
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I am You think you've seen the worst of me |
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Well, think again |
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You made me who |
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I am Your body slumps over that hole |
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I dug for a whim |
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You made me who |
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I am You made me who |
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I am Break the code of silence |
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Forget your conscience |
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And baby, you'll be fine |
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Grab a book of matches, |
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Half empty gas can |
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And get these hands untied |
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You made me who |
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I am, oh Blame it all on the process, darling |
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Draw my blood from the stone (drop of blood from the stone) |
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Sorry about the mix up, sweetie |
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But this had to be said |
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You made me who |
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I am You think you've seen the worst of me |
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Well, think again (You made me who I am) |
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Your body slumps over that hole |
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I dug for a whim |
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You made me who |
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I am You made me who |
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I am |