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Close the door, you're leaving |
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You've gone to get a drink of something |
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And I'm staring at my hands |
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All I want to do is smash these walls around me |
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I want to express myself |
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I want to express myself |
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And you squeezed every last morsel of love out of me |
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And left a bitter crusted shell |
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The door slams shut, you're leaving me |
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This time I can't help but feel relief |
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And I'm squeezing my hands so tight |
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That the blood supply runs dry |
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And I won't swallow my pride |
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Cuz I haven't got a drop to digest |
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My blood supply runs dry |
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My love for you's run dry |
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It's cut off all the love to my heart |
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It's cutting off my love for you |
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My fingertips are cold and white |
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And I can hardly move an inch |
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Cuz I've cut off all my blood supply |
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I've cut off all my love supply |
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I've cut off all my blood supply |
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I've cut off all my love supply |
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I've cut off all my blood supply |
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I've cut off all my love supply |
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And I've cut off all my blood supply |
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I've cut off all my love |