| Something I was sad about
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| Does that make me savage?
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| You got me feeling like my tongue is a machete
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| Each time I think of you I’m sharpening the blade
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| Does that make me savage?
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| Say I’ll never hurt you while I twist the knife again
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| While I twist the knife again
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| Something I was sad about
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| While I twist the knife again
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| Something I was sad about
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| While I twist the knife again
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| Something I was sad about
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| All I want is everything that ever was and ever will be
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| You can kill me if you think that that’s too much to ask
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| But if you shoot I want the world’s greatest death scene
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| And the world’s collected treasure shoved inside my diamond-studded cask
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| And yeah I covet love,
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| So when I went and told her that I loved her like I never loved another
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| It was burning in my marrow
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| I could not imagine how my world was gonna spin, but it spun
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| And I know, so did I
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| If you need me I’ll be hiding over there
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| Cause I want my fucking privacy
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| But sometimes also I would like to really overshare
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| And a silly golden chair
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| A throne to call my own, a home for my entitled ass
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| Where o I can act like I don’t care
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| Climb Rapunzel’s hair and then be dunzo
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| Or a dunce cap and a stool
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| An empty corner that a fool can sit and stare at
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| And think on how I hurt her
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| Murder murder murder
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| Murder murder murder
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| For whatever it’s worth, I still hope that you’re good
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| Just cause you can doesn’t mean that you should
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| You got me feeling like my tongue is a machete
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| Does that make me savage?
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| You got me feeling like my tongue is a machete
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| Each time I think of you I’m sharpening the blade
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| Does that make me savage?
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| Say I’ll never hurt you while I twist the knife again |