It's like loving a lion that cannot be tamed,
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I snap at the thought or the sound of your name.
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Pulling teeth from my stomach,
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you've been eaten alive.
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My blood fills your lungs,
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my soul, your inside.
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My feet they stand on ashes,
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from the fires that you've made.
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Burning bridges,
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just to save your face.
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If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
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could you say you would do the same?
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If we're all made just a little bit broken,
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tell me who is to blame?
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I'm sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret,
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that left alone there's no scarring ill dig & ill dig,
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scratching & itching ill keep biting my lip,
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from this pain that I'm feeling,
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picking wounds of regret.
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A cut cannot heal,
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unless you leave it alone.
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I'll open mine daily,
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leaving bones exposed.
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If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
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could you say you would do the same?
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If we're all made just a little bit broken,
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tell me who is to blame?
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Standing on ashes from the fires you've made,
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burning your bridges just to save your face.
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Wounds of regret.
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If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
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could you say you would do the same?
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If we're all made just a little bit broken,
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tell me who is to blame?
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We're broken, imperfect,
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we were all made the same.
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We're broken, imperfect,
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we are all to blame.
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Bones Exposed
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Of Mice & Men |