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My mind's a minefield, I hold onto time filled by people

Who try to take chances on me

I watch as you bleed, oh, so red, oh, so clean

As I turn blue in the light of what I've been

So please don't cry, oh, if it's for me

My heart is weak at the seams

Your hands were sculpted by lessons from others

And mine were sculpted in only your eyes

The coffee table that sat in our lounge room

Is lost with many dark and cold nights

So please don't cry, oh, if it's for me

My voice grows weak when I scream

So please don't cry, oh, if it's for me

My heart has lost its beat

'Cause you know that

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