Do you see this?
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These scabs I pick, they fall to the ground
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It¡¯s just an easy way out so I won¡¯t feel anything inside
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My heart won¡¯t be broken
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I won¡¯t give for anything, these dreams of us
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We threw away everything
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Since wounds are opened, give it time to be mended
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Picking scabs makes you relive the pain
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And what did we do?
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We threw it all away
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Do you see this?
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These incisions I make
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It¡¯s vital to my health
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and in this situation
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I won¡¯t be the victim
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My heart won¡¯t be broken
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I won¡¯t give up for anything, our dreams of us
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We threw away everything
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Since wounds are opened, give it time to be mended
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Picking scabs makes you relive the pain
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With all these things you¡¯re saying,
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you said them while we were kissing
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Only to find that I¡¯m betrayed
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Whoa, I¡¯m but an autumn leaf
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burning in the trust that I gave you
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Whoa, I hope this ash it chokes your throat
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until you¡¯re in your grave
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My heart won¡¯t be broken
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My heart won¡¯t be broken
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My heart won¡¯t be broken
|
|
Since wounds are opened, give it time to be mended
|
Picking scabs makes you relive the pain
|
With all these things you¡¯re saying,
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you said them while we were kissing
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Only to find that I¡¯m betrayed
|
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Whoa, I¡¯m but an autumn leaf
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burning in the trust that I gave you
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Whoa, I hope this ash it chokes your throat
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until you¡¯re in your grave
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A Heap Of Broken Images
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