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If you sewed my mouth up,                                                              ­                
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my eyes would still speak                                                            ­                  
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If you tore my tongue out,                                                             ­                   
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I could still clench my teeth                                                            ­                            
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If I slit open my wrists,                                                          ­                                  
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words would bleed out of me                                                               ­                                                           
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You can't stop me from feeling                                                          ­                  
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If I close my eyes tight,                                                           ­                       
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my tears would tell the tale                                                             ­                                               
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Put me in a room with no light,                                                           ­             
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  my aura pulsates & swells                                                           ­                 
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  if you cut my hands off,                                                             ­ 
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  I'd learn to write with my feet                                                             ­         
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   I'm someone who feels too much                                                    
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  and you can't stop me

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