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Tore my hair out from the roots
Planted them in someone's garden

Then I waited for the shoots
Then I waited for the shoots

Bit my nails down to the quick
Worrying myself sick about you
Tearing facial masks in bed
What kind of sequel is this that you dread

Tear a strip from your dress
Wrap my arms in it

Tear a strip from your dress
Wrap my arms in it

Shaved and cut myself again
Should have let it slip down further
Crushing sour stones taste sour
Every minute hears a medal

No no no no

Tear a strip from your dress
Wrap my arms in it
Wrap my arms in it
Tear a strip from your dress
Wrap my arms, wrap my arms in it