Uhhhhhh.... Hey, I think you've got the best of me Trying to find out what is left of me While I am sleeping in a stranger's arms Oh god, I used to be so good at this Don't know how I've lost control of this Now I am just another fallen star, Yeah,you like a rush straight to the head Oh, I, I'm alive but I feel dead Don't speak, don't turn around, Don't think Don't need you back, Razorman, you cut right through me Don't speak, don't turn around, Don't think Don't need you back Razorman, you cut right through me Damn, I'm wasting every chance I get I'm on overload, I can't reset I cut so deep looking for truth Oh god, I don't deserve to be with you Counting sheep and loosing self-esteem I won't cry, not in front of you You know, you're the weight upon my chest Yeah, I, I'm tired but I can't rest Don't speak, don't turn around, Don't think Don't need you back, Razorman, you cut right through me Don't speak, don't turn around, Don't think Don't need you back Razorman, you cut right through me (Don't speak, don't turn around) Don't speak, Don't speak (Don't think you don't know that I'm) bleeding bad Don't speak, don't turn around, Don't think Don't need you back Razorman, you cut right through me I spent Saturday night in Bosnia I was looking for myself in every cold and dark lonely street And all I found was new ways to humiliate myself And in another way To not think and not speak Don't speak, don't turn around, Don't think Don't need you back, Razorman, you cut right through me You cut through me Cut through me Razorman, Razorman Don't speak, don't turn around, Don't think Don't need you back, Razorman, you cut right through me Don't speak, don't turn around, Don't think Don't need you back, Razorman, you cut right through me ohhhh Razorman, you cut right through me |
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