The lost and insincere
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They think I need to hear what's in their empty eyes, eyes, eyes
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We're few and far between
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We've hardly been serene
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But we stand up to their lies, lies, lies
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We are steel
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We don't feel anything at all
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He took me in his arms
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But then he squeezed too hard
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He wouldn't let me breathe, breathe, breathe
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It's been too many years
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I've hurt too many times
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To give up everything, thing, thing
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I am steel
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I don't feel anything at all
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The way I've been confused
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The way that I've been used
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And spit out on your dime
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And still you lead me on
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And still you take me down
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And say it's in my mind
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Well I've seen hell and back
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I've hidden in the dark with
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No one there at all, all, all
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I've scraped us back to life
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I've laced up both my boots
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So try and twist the knife, knife, knife
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I am steel
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I don't feel anything at all
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We are steel
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We don't feel anything at all
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We don't feel anything at all
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Anything at all
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Steel
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Charlotte Martin |