Lyrics
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My
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My
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My
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My
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(My
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My
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My
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My)
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My
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My
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My
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My
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(My
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My
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My
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My)
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Saying
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goodbye
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is
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death
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by
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a
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thousand
|
cuts
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Flashbacks
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waking
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me
|
up
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I
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get
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drunk
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but
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it's
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not
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enough
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'Cause
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the
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morning
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comes
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and
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you're
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not
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my
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baby
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I
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look
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through
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the
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windows
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of
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this
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love
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Even
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though
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we
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boarded
|
them
|
up
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Chandeliers
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still
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Lyrics
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flicker
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in
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here
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'Cause
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I
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can't
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pretend
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it's
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okay
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when
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it's
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not
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It's
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death
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by
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a
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thousand
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cuts
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I
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dress
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to
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kill
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my
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time
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I
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take
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the
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long
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way
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home
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I
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ask
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the
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traffic
|
lights
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if
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it'll
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be
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alright
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They
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say
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"I
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don't
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know"
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And
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what
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once
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was
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ours
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Is
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no
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one's
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now
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I
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see
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you
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everywhere
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The
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only
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thing
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Lyrics
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we
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share
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is
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this
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small
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town
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You
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said
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it
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was
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a
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great
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love
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One
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for
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the
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ages
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But
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if
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the
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story's
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over
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why
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am
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I
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still
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writing
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pages?
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'Cause
|
saying
|
goodbye
|
is
|
death
|
by
|
a
|
thousand
|
cuts
|
Flashbacks
|
waking
|
me
|
up
|
I
|
get
|
drunk
|
but
|
it's
|
not
|
enough
|
'Cause
|
the
|
morning
|
comes
|
and
|
you're
|
not
|
my
|
baby
|
I
|
look
|
through
|
|
Lyrics
|
the
|
windows
|
of
|
this
|
love
|
Even
|
though
|
we
|
boarded
|
them
|
up
|
Chandeliers
|
still
|
flicker
|
in
|
here
|
'Cause
|
I
|
can't
|
pretend
|
it's
|
okay
|
when
|
it's
|
not
|
It's
|
death
|
by
|
a
|
thousand
|
cuts
|
My
|
heart
|
my
|
hips
|
my
|
body
|
my
|
love
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Trying
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to
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find
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a
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part
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of
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me
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that
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you
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didn't
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touch
|
Gave
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up
|
on
|
me
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like
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I
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was
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a
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bad
|
|
Lyrics
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drug
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Now
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I'm
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searching
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for
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signs
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in
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a
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haunted
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club
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Our
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songs
|
our
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films
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United
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we
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stand
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Our
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country
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guess
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it
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was
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a
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lawless
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land
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Quiet
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my
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fears
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with
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the
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touch
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of
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your
|
hand
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Paper
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cut
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stings
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from
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my
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paper
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thin
|
plans
|
My
|
time
|
my
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wine
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my
|
spirit
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my
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trust
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Trying
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to
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find
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a
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part
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of
|
me
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you
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didn't
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Lyrics
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take
|
up
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Gave
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you
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so
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much
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but
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it
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wasn't
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enough
|
But
|
I'll
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be
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alright
|
it's
|
just
|
a
|
thousand
|
cuts
|
I
|
get
|
drunk
|
but
|
it's
|
not
|
enough
|
'Cause
|
you're
|
not
|
my
|
baby
|
I
|
look
|
through
|
the
|
windows
|
of
|
this
|
love
|
Even
|
though
|
we
|
boarded
|
them
|
up
|
Chandeliers
|
still
|
flicker
|
in
|
here
|
'Cause
|
I
|
can't
|
pretend
|
it's
|
okay
|
when
|
it's
|
not
|
|
Lyrics
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No
|
it's
|
not
|
It's
|
death
|
by
|
a
|
thousand
|
cuts
|
Trying
|
to
|
find
|
a
|
part
|
of
|
me
|
that
|
you
|
didn't
|
touch
|
My
|
body
|
my
|
love
|
(It's
|
death
|
by
|
a
|
thousand
|
cuts)
|
But
|
it
|
wasn't
|
enough
|
It
|
wasn't
|
enough
|
no
|
no
|
I
|
take
|
the
|
long
|
way
|
home
|
I
|
ask
|
the
|
traffic
|
lights
|
if
|
it'll
|
be
|
alright
|
They
|
say
|
"I
|
don't
|
know"
|
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*gets 25%*