I held the hand that held the rock that broke the glass out of the window
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I told a friend about a friend who said I'm wrong yeah what does he know?
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I slit the wrist I made a fist I tightened up and let the blood flow
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I told a friend about a friend
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He said I'm wrong yeah what does he know?
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And the sound of all of this was so appealing
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So simple in the secrets we were told
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I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell
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I held the hand but couldn't stop the broken glass from coming too close
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We were ashamed it could not work but I moved too slow
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We tied our wrists but still insist we had not lost the strength on our own
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I told a friend about a friend
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He said I¡®m wrong yeah what does he know
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And the sound of all of this was so appealing
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So simple in the secrets we were told
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I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell
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Heart Carved Tree
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| Knapsack |
