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We've ignored the truth, |
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Tried to paint this perfect life |
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There's no ugliness, if we only close our eyes |
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But you cut too deep, too often |
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Now I'm hemorrhaging inside |
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It's too late to stitch up with a butterfly |
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Is this what you want? Is this what you need? |
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You tear out my soul! You watch as I bleed! |
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Is this what you want? Is this what you need? |
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You tear out my soul! You watch as I bleed! |
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I swallow all my hate, |
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Keep it buried deep inside |
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But I'm choking on a truth that I can't deny |
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That you cut too deep, too often |
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And now I'm hemorrhaging inside |
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It'll take more than a tourniquet this time |
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Is this what you want? Is this what you need? |
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You tear out my soul! You watch as I bleed! |
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Is this what you want? Is this what you need? |
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You tear out my soul! You watch as I bleed! |
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But you cut too deep, too often |
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Now I'm hemorrhaging inside |
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It's too late to stitch up with a butterfly |
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Is this what you want? Is this what you need? |
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You tear out my soul! You watch as I bleed! |
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Is this what you want? Are you satisfied? |
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'Cause there's nothing left |
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You've bled me dry!... You've bled me dry!... |
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You've bled me dry!... (Now I'm hemorrhaging inside) |
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You've bled me dry!... I'm hemorrhaging inside |
