All these daggers and these swords
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Can't cut me like the words from your lips
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Can you feel my fingertips tracing all over your body
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My knees are weak as I whisper softly
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While my hands rest on your hips
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It takes time to get close enough to you
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I didn't want to be a curse
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You won't be the last girl or the first
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To tell me I should go straight to hell
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For better or for worse
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The best news I have ever heard
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Was when you said I was doing well
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All the doctors and the pills can't cure the way I feel
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About myself if, I'm afraid to ask for help from everyone
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For everything prescribing ends to society
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I feel addicted to this prescription
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The problem lies within the help
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It takes time to get close enough to you
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I didn't want to be a curse
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You won't be the last girl or the first
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To tell me I should go straight to hell
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For better or for worse
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The best news I have ever heard
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Was when you said I was doing well
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Let go if it hurts so badly
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I just smile and suffer through the pain
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I've had enough and I say this sadly
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The last year has been driving me insane...
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I didn't want to be a curse
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You won't be the last girl or the first
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To tell me I should go straight to hell
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For better or for worse
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The best news I have ever heard
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Was when you said I was doing well
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Let Go Of Everything You Know
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| Hawthorne Heights |
