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Fatal wounds left to be sewn Wanting all to be my own How can I heal if you keep hurting Turning in the sun and freezing in the moon I pray it will be over real soon Pointed and clasped they are free Told of nothing I am to be What can I do to you so bad Glad you gave, mad you save All of it goes in the wave *If I wanted you to feel My own wounds won't ever heal Then we'll play a dangerous game I'll be you, you'll be me At the end of this dangerous game Angry faces screaming wide Yelling false and harmful grind Why am I the scapegoat Float down the river to the lake We can stay for as long as it may take * From Letras Mania