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Oh, the razor blade,
wish it would snap this rope,
the world is in your hand
or it’s at your throat.
At times it’s not that complicated,
anything to forget everything.
He would never talk,
but he was not shy.
She was a street-smart girl,
but she could not lie.
They were perfect for each other,
say it now,
‘cause in your heart it’s loud.
"
Razorblade -The Strokes
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