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Papercut hearts leave no scars |
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Bullet-point teardrops like inky dead stars |
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The stab of love when it comes you'll come undone |
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Like all of the reckless ones |
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The pull of the moon the shift of the sea |
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The feral wounds inside of me |
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The stab of love is something to hold onto |
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A Little flame of a little pain to keep you warm |
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Imaginations, imaginations running wild |
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Yeah, running wild |
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Running wild |
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Papercut hearts in these smokeless bars |
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The authentic blues is it just old world news? |
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The stab of love when it comes you'll come undone |
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Like all of us reckless ones |
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Imaginations, imaginations running wild |
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Running wild... |
