I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge 
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Unraveling with every word 
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With every word you say, make me believe 
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That I won't feel your tires on the street 
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As I'm finding the words...  
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you're getting away 
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I come undone, oh yes, I do 
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Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you 
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And every word you say, say something sweet 
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Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth 
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As I'm finding the words...  
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you're getting away 
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