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You can stab my back Just don't be surprised when I sharpen your knife You can glare at me all you want Just don't be surprised when I do it back You can shoot your words like gunshots Just don't be surprised when I hand you bullets You can set me on fire Just don't be surprised when I light the match You can tear me up like paper And spit on the pieces But don't be surprised when I let you For I can't feel anymore
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
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You can stab my back Just don't be surprised when I sharpen your knife You can glare at me all you want Just don't be surprised when I do it back You can shoot your words like gunshots Just don't be surprised when I hand you bullets You can set me on fire Just don't be surprised when I light the match You can tear me up like paper And spit on the pieces But don't be surprised when I let you For I can't feel anymore
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
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