The Knife

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I look at the knife, I see an escape

You tell me to stop, but it's too late

I look at the knife, there's no way I can wait

You tell me to stop, but it's too late

I grab the knife, and I don't hesitate

I look at the old scars, and begin to create

The knife sinks in, sorry you were just too late

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