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i'll be damned if i do it, damned if i don't
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i'll be lost if i love him, lost if i won't
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and, i can't muster up the courage to say it's best that i leave
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i Can't muster up much of anything when i'm feeling you breath
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my human heart won't mend itself when my own two hands are ripping out the seams 
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oh, it seems i'm my own worst enemy 
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i'm doing it to myself
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i'll be hurt if i leave him, but turn cold if i don't
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he's the sweet of a Morning kiss, but there's a poison it holds 
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sticking thorns into my spine but i won't let go 
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sticking thorns into my sight, but i'll keep my eyes closed
 
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my human heart won't mend itself when my own two hands are ripping out the seams 
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oh, it seems i'm my own worst enemy 
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i'm doing it to myself
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i'm doing it with my own heart i won't let it mend
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use my own two hands, i rip out all the seams 
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oh, it seems i'm my own worst enemy 
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