so our open wounds will bleed until our veins run dry
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now we have to take this thorn and tear it from our side
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agitated at the fault line
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still agree to disagree
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you're connected to the heart but tonight we'll set you free
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so swallow the knife
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carve the way for your pride
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now our hands are tied
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the problems lie within
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so we pray for night to start over again
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even now as i write this down
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our pretensions disappear
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now our impulses will bite
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at the ankles of our fear
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so swallow the knife
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carve the way for your pride
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now our hands are tied
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the problems lie within
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so we pray for night to start over again
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now our hands are tied
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the problems lie within
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so we pray for night to start over again
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(words are spoken words are broken down)
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so lets make this night
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be our best mistake
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so lets take the time
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to wipe the blood away
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now our hands are tied
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and our world is caving in
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now our hands are tied
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the problems lie within
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so we pray for night to start over again
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now our hands are tied
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and the problems lie within
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(words are spoken words are broken down, broken down, broken down)
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Swallow the Knife
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| Story of the Year |
