Remember when I colombe into the crowd
And I got a bloody knee under my skin, a mark from wiping out
It brings back the memories
Every bone's been broken
And my cœur, coeur is still wide open
I can’t stop
Don’t care if I lose
Baby toi are the weapon I choose
These wounds are self inflicted
I’m going down *in flames* for toi
Baby toi are the weapon I choose
These wounds are self inflicted
One plus thing I’m addicted too
With each scar there’s a map that tells a story what a souvenir of Young love's like jumping out
An airplane riding a tidal wave on an ocean of emotion
My cœur, coeur rips me wide open...
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