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Razors
A
child, a whisper
Here in my room, rain falling down
A call, an answer
An empty tune from which I fall
You can hold me down, kill me
You can hold me, You can hold me!
I
never knew I could run this far
From what I’ve lost
There’s no way back
A child with a razor blade
Your open arms like a hand grenade
A
tear, a river
Here in my heart – all alone
A rhyme, a reason
A guilt that grows with each word
You can hold me down, kill me
You can hold me, You can hold me!
I
never knew I could run this far
From what I’ve lost
There’s no way back
A child with a razor blade
Your open arms like a hand grenade
A
hell, a heaven
Here in my mind I see myself
The hate, the anger
Folds into me – I’m what went wrong
You can hold me down, kill me
You can hold me
Yeah you
can hold me!
I
never knew I could run this far
From what I’ve lost
There’s no way back
A child with a razor blade
Your open arms like a hand grenade
(An
angry child with a razor blade)
Rachel
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