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I don't wanna talk to you anymore
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I'm afraid of what I might say
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I bite my tongue every time
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You come around
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'Cause blood in my mouth beats
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Blood on the ground
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Hand over my heart I swear
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I've tried everything I could
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Within all my power
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2 weeks and 1 hour
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I slaved and now
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I've got nothing to show
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Oh if only you've grown
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Taller than a brick wall
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From now on
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Gonna start holding my breath
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When you
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Come around and
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You flex that fake grin
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'Cause something inside me has
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Said more than twice
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That breathing this air
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Beats breathing you at all
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I don't wanna talk to you anymore
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I'm afraid of what I might say
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I bite my tongue every time
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You come around
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'Cause blood in my mouth beats
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Blood on the ground
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Hand over my mouth
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I'm earning the right
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To my silence
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In quiet discerning
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Between ego and timing
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Good judgment is once again
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Proving to me
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That it's still worth
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Its weight in gold
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From now on I'm gonna be
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So much more weary
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When you start to speak and
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My warm blood starts to boil
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Seeing you is like pulling teeth
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And hearing your voice
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Is like chewing tin foil
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I don't wanna talk to you anymore
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I'm afraid of what I might say
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I bite my tongue every time
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You come around
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'Cause blood in my mouth beats
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Blood on the ground
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I'm fast to a better judgment
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By saying less today
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I will gain more, gain more
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No cheers to you my
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My fickle friend
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You, you brought
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The art of silent war
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I don't wanna talk to you anymore
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I'm afraid of what I might say
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I bite my tongue every time
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You come around
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'Cause blood in my mouth beats
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Blood on the ground
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blood on the ground
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| incubus |
