I'm cutting through, your bleeding out
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and I would tell the truth, but I can't help myself
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red rushes out, dissect this nerve
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and I'll stop myself before I reach my cell
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I wasn't asking for the world
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and you know that I'm not one to follow through
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all these city streets the people look the same
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and I can see your face, and I can hear your name
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I wasn't asking for the world
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you're stabbing in, permanent scars
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and you'll justify it all inside yourself
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you've finished me, my pulse is gone
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and you're satisfied to put this all to hell
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I wasn't asking for the world
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and you know that I'm not one to follow through
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all these city streets the people look the same
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and I can see your face, and I can hear your name
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I wasn't asking for the world
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drink the poison when you think it's over
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(drink the poison)
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stabbing yourself when you think it's too late
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tragic endings are your thing; you love them
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(tragic endings)
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you love letting go, the ending's the same
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drink the poison when you think it's over
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(drink the poison)
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inevitable, Verona lives inside of you
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I wasn't asking for the world
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and you know that I'm not one to follow through
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all these city streets the people look the same
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and I can see your face, and I can hear your name
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I wasn't asking for the world
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Your Sword vs. My Dagger
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| Silverstein |
