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How come I'm the one bleeding When you're the one being cut And every stabbing word about you stings ---------------------------------------- As I smell you for the first time all over again I'll begin to remember to be alive So if you don't mind.. I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, 'Cause I'm tired of not being able to breathe. \ / \ Gotta love 'em Post a comment in response: |
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