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Stab me in the back |
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Come and break my neck |
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Yeah, trust grows slowly |
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But dies so fast |
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Nothing ever lasts |
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I know |
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There's a blade for everyone |
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And one was made for you |
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There's a blade for every hypocrite |
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Telling lies |
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Lies |
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And every knife that cuts my skin |
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Leaves a scar on you |
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Every knife that cuts my skin |
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Leaves a scar on you |
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You |
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Stab me in the back |
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Come and break my neck |
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Yeah, trust grows slowly |
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But dies so fast |
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Tell me: |
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How many knives |
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Can we dig from our backs? |
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How many knives |
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Can we take? |
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We're all hypocrites |
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Everyone's a fake |
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We're all being cheated |
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Everyone's betrayed - yeah |
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We're all hypocrites |
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Everyone's a fake |
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We're all being cheated |
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At the end of the day |
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I |
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Know |
