Your words are shallow and dull against my skin.
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Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within.
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I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but it's OK.
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I'm not one for getting mad.
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I don't need apologies.
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I don't fall for sympathy.
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You can't win me back.
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This will be the last time I'm kissing you good-bye.
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You left me with a scar across my back.
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These stones are breaking my bones as they crush me.
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Your careless remarks left me here to bleed.
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I don't appreciate the games you play without regret but it's OK.
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I'm not one for getting mad.
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Your knife, my back
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Your Knife, My Back
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| Kids In The Way |
