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So the mourning after heartbreak got me tearstained |
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And all my cries have hurt my sides in losing you pain |
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All these bruises and misuses will become scars |
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Just a norm for tragic born with all their broken hearts |
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I'm losing grip |
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Only holding on by finger tips |
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Cry crimson tears without you |
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Cry crimson tears without you |
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Cry crimson tears without you |
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Crimson tears |
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So the morning before heartbreak has not yet broke |
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But my heart bleeds through my flesh in crimson I soak |
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All this pain corrupts my soul discoloured within |
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All the crimson is my prison formed from tainted skin |
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I'm losing grip |
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Only holding on by finger tips |
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Cry crimson tears without you |
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Cry crimson tears without you |
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Cry crimson tears without you |
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Crimson tears |
