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Tear out, your eyes
They’re causing you to sin
Tie up, your tongue
Before you lie again
Under, your chest
Is a place where a heart went
Empty and cold
A hollow of flesh and bone

You’re a bird without wings
You’re a storm without a breeze
No, you’re not the chosen one
Nothing but a wooden gun

Anxious, lonely
It’s how you make me feel
Twisting, in my side
You’re a thorn inside my flesh
Leave me, free me
Before I bleed to death

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