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I feel your knife as it goes right in |
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Cut to my core but I'm not bleeding |
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All that you say trying to make me small |
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Well, the bigger you get the harder you fall |
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You use your words as a weapon dear |
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But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear |
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You think that you're deep under my skin |
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You're trying to keep me suffering |
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If you use your words as a weapon |
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Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears |
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You have my heart but I lock it up |
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This burning flame has been burnt enough |
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My window's cracked they can be replaced |
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But your arm will tire throwing stones my way |
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You use your words as a weapon dear |
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But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear |
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You think that you're deep under my skin |
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You're trying to keep me suffering |
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If you use your words as a weapon |
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Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears |
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I feel your knife as it goes right in |
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You use your words as a weapon dear |
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But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear |
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You think that you're deep under my skin |
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You're trying to keep me suffering |
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If you use your words as a weapon |
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Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears |
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I'll shed no tears |
