The blood is dry in the wounds I hide
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The scars are settling in
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So I keep the light low and they still show
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I sit and count every stitch
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What it means, what it really means
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It's time I let everything go
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That's killing me and turning me
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Spinning me so out of control
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I don't want to let go
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I don't want to let go
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Don't know what for but these open doors
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Keep slamming in on me
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And if life's a joke then it's getting old
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And I hope God's looking out for me
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What it means, what it really means
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It's time I let everything go
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That's killing me and turning me
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Spinning me so out of control
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I don't want to let go
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I don't want to let go
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The blood in the wounds I hid
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The scars are settling in
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Out Of Control
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| Mindy Smith |
