I know that my grip was a little to tight,
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But from where I was coming, you were the only thing right
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I guess I'm sorry for that.
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But if you think these bars of love you have forged
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will keep me here locked up, and waiting, and yours
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Baby you're wrong
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'Cause baby I'm leaving
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Baby I'm leaving
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[X5]
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Now, decide what you need, a guide or a thief
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Someone to hold you, or sharpen your teeth
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I ain't staying to find out
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'Cause I think you're blind
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And I think you're deaf
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Touch is the only sense you've got left.
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Baby, good luck with that.
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'Cause I'm leaving
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Baby I'm leaving
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[X8]
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Of Scorpions & Bells
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Asaf Avidan |