I never noticed the color of your eyes
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until I saw them in the reflection of this knife.
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green with envy for a life you never had.
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bloodshot contempt when I extend my hand
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(so breathe and show us what you've got underneath
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clench your fists until they bleed)
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see how and why I know
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I don't think that this is what I want anymore
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I don't care if God can save me now
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here I sit with hands cupped and head bowed
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and I wonder if you're out there have you sen my name in lifhts?
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I don't care at all
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In this world of kiss & tell I've got no stories to speak of now
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silence fills this empty hole
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so naive to think, that I could make you feel one thing
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this excavation of my chest has produced nothing
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bow your head and pull your eyes down to see
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my hand around your wrist
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I turn and twist this blade deeper into me
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(you can't always get what you want but if you
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try sometimes might just fin you'll die on you knees)
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wait 'til the perfect comes
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The Perfect
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The Killing Tree |