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It brings back the memories
Every bone's been broken
But my heart is still wide open
I can't stop
Don't care if I lose
you are the weapon I choose
These wounds are self inflicted
I'm going down in flames for you
you are the weapon I choose
These wounds are self inflicted
One more thing I'm addicted too
With each scar there's a map that tells a story
what a souvenir of Young love's like jumping out
An airplane riding a tidal wave on an ocean of emotion
My heart rips me wide open
Every bone's been broken
But my heart is still wide open
I can't stop
Don't care if I lose
you are the weapon I choose
These wounds are self inflicted
I'm going down in flames for you
you are the weapon I choose
These wounds are self inflicted
One more thing I'm addicted too
With each scar there's a map that tells a story
what a souvenir of Young love's like jumping out
An airplane riding a tidal wave on an ocean of emotion
My heart rips me wide open
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