| Cheers to you and yours, cheers to many more
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| Years and fears and broken mirrors, tears upon the bedroom floor
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| Sometimes it’ll stain forever, sometimes it’ll wash away
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| Bloody shirts when I get hurt, doesn’t mean I don’t love the pain
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| You cut so deep
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| But I don’t seem to bleed
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| I didn’t want you to stay
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| Cause your love, your love
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Cheers to you and yours, cheers to many more
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| Endless nights, stupid fights, you’re always right but who’s keeping score
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| Sometimes I can stay forever, sometimes I can walk away
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| Makeup sex, I confess, hate the way that I love the pain
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| You cut so deep
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| But I don’t seem to bleed
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| I didn’t want you to stay
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| Cause your love, your love
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Your love, your love, your love
|
| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| You cut so deep
|
| But I don’t seem to bleed
|
| I didn’t want you to stay
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| Cause your love, your love
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Your love’s like a switchblade
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| Your love’s like a switchblade |