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The Birthday Massacre - Midnight
I'll be the sweetest thing ever to scare you
Don't let them sell you any armor, all your ribs are still your own
Sew Me Up
Are you scared to be alone with me
And the words I speak if I
Hold on to hate, too hollow for anyone
To just remain in shadow
Pulling backwards to sew me up?
