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Needles, knives and bottles
Standing on the stair
I turn and walk the other way
there's nothing for me there
And now I can't go home
To razor cuts on bone
Rooms splashed with blood
Needles dipped in mud and

Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Needles, knives and bottles   Standing on the stair   I turn and walk the other way   there's nothing for me there   And now I can't go home   To razor cuts on bone   Rooms splashed with blood   Needles dipped in mud and      Emotional blackmail   Emotional blackmail   Emotional blackmail   Emotional blackmail