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Blades
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(Wiedlin/Carlisle/Olivarria)
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I'm feeling artistic
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I'm drawing lines
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My body is my canvas
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I'm making marks in time
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Feel the coldness
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Feel nothing inside
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Caress the smoothness and watch it slide
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Uh-oh, here I go
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Playing with blades
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Again and again
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Uh-oh, here I go
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Playing with blades
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Again and again and again and again
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No one seems to notice
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That I don't seem to care
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It's my decision, my own life
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And I don't intend to share
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It's not a question of sanity
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Or reaction to something said
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No desire to be analysed
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For fascination with red
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Uh-oh, here I go
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Playing with blades
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Again and again
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Uh-oh, here I go
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Playing with blades
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Again and again and again and again
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Uh-oh, here I go
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Playing with blades
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Again and again
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Uh-oh, here I go
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Playing with blades
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Again and again and again
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and again and again and again
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Blades
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| GO-GO`S |
