Your words are like knives
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They peel my skin and pierce my soul
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Your body will burn tonight
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Though your heart may still remain cold
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And I will blame myself
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And I will blame myself
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For holding onto what i hoped would keep you by my side.
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I will blame myself
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The sheets are stained with
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Memories of your soft kiss
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Now this is all I have
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Paper and pen to remember you with
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And I will blame myself
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And I will blame myself
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For Holding onto what I hoped would keep you by my side
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I will blame myself
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Can I have you?
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Can I have you?
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Can I have you?
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Can i have you?
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Like Knives
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| Dallas Green |
