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Lose the shades; let me see the mess
I've been watching you bleed to death
with more relief than I would care to admit
Before this laid you open, you were his and you were stolen
Thought, if he took you slow, you wouldn' t be missed
So I missed you 'til the day he died, held you while you cried
I was quite surprised to find you alive
Now you tell me that you're all right
You're out every night and all night
Can't say when I last saw your eyes
You probably think I hoped and prayed
Believe me when I say that I never wanted it this way