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You're a cold hard killer, |
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There's no magic I can see |
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You are not an angel; |
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not the gift from saints I'd thought you'd be. |
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You are like an ice king |
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and you're picking holes in me, |
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but I have thawed and I forgive |
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who you were made to be |
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Maybe you grew. |
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Maybe you tried. |
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Maybe you knew. |
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Or maybe you lied- |
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I don't care 'cause I've begun to live |
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when I'd thought that I had died. |
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You're a mercenary man |
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and I'm the only one who knows. |
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Crush my hand under the dinner table; |
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Bruise me where it doesn't show. |
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I pray face to the people. |
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Your secret was my lie, |
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if any one was wondering |
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why I was so damn quiet. |
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What did I do |
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to make it seem right? |
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Oh, did you hurt too |
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when you made me cry? |
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I don't care 'cause I've begun to win |
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what I'd thought I'd died of by. |
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You're a cold hard killer. |
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You're a cold hard killer. |
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You're a cold hard killer. |
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You're a cold hard killer. |
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Maybe you grew |
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Maybe you tried |
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Maybe you knew |
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Or maybe you lied- |
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I don't care 'cause I've begun to live |
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when I'd thought that I had died. |
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You're a cold hard killer. |
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You're a cold hard killer. |
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You're a cold hard killer. |
