Razor in your apple Perfection thats your glove Prison thats your company The snakehole thats your love To the heights in which you dragged me Just to hurl your scorn Trumpets play the live long day But I live so forlorn Did you hold the hand that held me down? Did you laugh at my expense? When theres no one left to hold your crown Who will come to your defense? Well when I unveil my weakness In your romeo of tears You sat there vacantly Youre blaming me and pushing me down And I guess you always will Did you hold the hand that held me down? Did you laugh at my expense? When theres no one left to hold your crown Who will come to your defense? Cause Im the razor in your apple Im perfection thats your glove Prison thats your company Ill shine the stars above
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