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| Stress, Guilt, Innocence. Is this a de-ead essence? Playin cloak-and-dagger with hearts-and-minds, Can't we tear these moral bi-inds? (I'll type verse by verse, comp's retarded with space sometimes) (chorus) The cuts are deep we can-not see, We can't tell who we're meant-to-be, Sit there, let-the-pain-sub-seed, Sit there, and just let-it-bleed. (Let it bleed, bleed, bleed... O-Oh Let it bleed...) We can't sit here any-more, Waiting for an e-ncore, You'd think we could just ta-ake more, Why don't you die-you-whore?! Why can't-you-cut-deep-er? (chorus) We're waiting here, just cracks-on-a-wall, Just waitin' for one-of-us to fa-all, You'd think we've seen it all by now. Well guess-what, you're-the-cause-of-it-all! (Chorus) You sit-there and you let-it-bleed, Don't-e-ven-want-to-fe-ed, Waiting for some sor of lead, You re-al-ize we;re what-you-ne-ed... (chorus) Sit there and just let it bleed, (Please re-a-lize we're what you need) Don't sit-there, don't just let-it-bleed, (Please re-alize we're what you need,) (need, need) (Please re-a-lize we're what-yo-u-ne-ed) Just re-a-lize we're what-you-need... |