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razor blade razor blade

lets sing a song

lets erase the pain

even though its wrong

ill press you against my skin

and wait for the blood to come

my eyes fill with tears

the dirty deed is done

the pain is gone

even if its just for now

as i smile to myself

and take a bow

razor blade razor blade

we sang our song

and now your time is done

was it really that wrong

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until tomorrow my razor blade


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