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I never noticed the color of your eyes
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Until I saw them in the reflection of this knife.
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Green with envy for a life you never had.
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Bloodshot contempt when I extend my hand
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(So breathe and show us what you've got underneath
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clench your fists until they bleed)
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See how and why I know
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I don't think that this is what I want anymore
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I don't care if God can save me now
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Here I sit with hands cupped and head bowed
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And I wonder if you're out there have you seen my name in lights?
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I don't care at all
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In this world of kiss & tell I've got no stories to speak of now
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Silence fills this empty hole
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So naive to think, that I could make you feel one thing
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This excavation of my chest has produced nothing
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Bow your head and pull your eyes down to see
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My hand around your wrist
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Turn and twist this blade deeper into me
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(You can't always get what you want
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but if you try sometimes you'll die on you knees)
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Wait 'til the perfect comes
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Until it comes
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_________________
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Name The Perfect
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Artist The Killing Tree
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Album The Romance of Helen Trent
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