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Jul 09, 2004 17:43

her empty needle is my unsharpened sword
i stab, i stab, i stab, but i can't puncture
don't wanna let it, don't wanna feel it
don't wanna hear it, don't even wanna think about it
hold my breath , hope to refrain
and if i can't afford her my veins begin to ache
i don't wanna feel this pain no more
have you ever felt so high that when you came down
you broke inside
i know she won't take the blame
you love me, you rip my heart out
you've broken me for to long now
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